Until we end our violence against the earth- a matter ignored by most pacifists, as the issue of military violence is ignored by most conservationists-how can we hope to end our violence against each other? The earth, which we all have in common, is our deepest bond, and our behavior toward it cannot help but be an earnest of our consideration for each other and for our descendants.
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Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is read more
Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is to commence with experience and from this to proceed to investigate the reason.
[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .
[T]reat Nature by the sphere, the cylinder and the cone. . . .
Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a read more
Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.
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.
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that read more
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Joy in looking and comprehending is nature's most beautiful gift.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.
