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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the read more
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken.
Sharks have been swimming the oceans unchallenged for thousands of years; chances are, the species that roams corporate waters will read more
Sharks have been swimming the oceans unchallenged for thousands of years; chances are, the species that roams corporate waters will prove just as hardy.
How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is clearly
Ocean.
How inappropriate to call this planet Earth when it is clearly
Ocean.
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with read more
The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. read more
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass - grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or read more
It's hard for the modern generation to understand Thoreau, who lived beside a pond but didn't own water skis or a snorkel.
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?
