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Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.
Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off read more
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and read more
Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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.
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should read more
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.
