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Use what talent you possess-the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
Use what talent you possess-the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill read more
What I see in Nature is a magnificent structure that we can comprehend only very imperfectly, and that must fill a thinking person with a feeling of humility. This is a genuinely religious feeling that has nothing to do with mysticism
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of read more
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
The ignorant man marvels at the exceptional; the wise man marvels at the common; the greatest wonder of all is read more
The ignorant man marvels at the exceptional; the wise man marvels at the common; the greatest wonder of all is the regularity of nature.
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.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
