How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, read more

Such is the nature of men, that howsoever they may acknowledge many others to be more witty, or more eloquent, or more learned; yet they will hardly believe there be many so wise as themselves.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

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?

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

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.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow.

This very moment is a seed from which the flowers of tomorrow's happiness grow.