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Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and read more
Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.
Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out read more
Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology read more
You can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest read more
We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up
empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with read more
To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.
