And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, read more

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other read more

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

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'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.

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable read more

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest read more

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.