Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.

A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. read more

A garden requires patient labor and attention. Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions. They thrive because someone expended effort on them.rn

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready read more

Once you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy about the cities and towns that man carries like a crippling weight upon his back.

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.

Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not read more

Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not because of any lack of order in nature.

Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa read more

Things perfected by nature are better than those finished by art.
[Lat., Meliora sunt ea quae natura quam illa quae arte perfecta
sunt.]

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, read more

All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue read more

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.