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How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of read more
How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?
raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).
raspberry drupelets cluster around a cavern of emptiness
(paraphrased from her talk on C Span's Book TV).
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
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.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Nature never says one thing and wisdom another.
Nature never says one thing and wisdom another.
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A read more
To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language.
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.
