Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
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Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the read more
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us read more
What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each other's folly -- that is the first law of nature.
See one promontory, one mountain, one sea, one river and see all.
See one promontory, one mountain, one sea, one river and see all.
Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into
Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the read more
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
