Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! read more

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and read more

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .

[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .

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