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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.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God
To pay homage to beauty is to admire Nature; to admire Nature is to worship God
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no read more
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no one can master it fully or miss it wholly. But each adds a little to our knowledge of nature, and from all the facts assembled there arises a certain grandeur.
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.
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the read more
And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release - out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
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.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.