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In a pond koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, koi can grow to read more
In a pond koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, koi can grow to three feet long. The metaphor is obvious. You are limited by how you see the world.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no read more
I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with read more
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, read more
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes read more
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
