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For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if read more
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
We do not inherit this land from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
We do not inherit this land from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the read more
Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat - glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When the only tree he touches is the cleverly fabricated plastic evergreen that shades his gifts on Christmas morning?
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid Nature.
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus read more
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus trees, where there was never any snow.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
