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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.
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.
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or read more
A person cannot love a plant after he has pruned it, then he has either done a poor job or is devoid of emotion.
Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was read more
Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will read more
Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or read more
Worlds can be found by a child and an adult bending down and looking together under the grass stems or at the skittering crabs in a tidal pool.
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower read more
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.