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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.
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.
I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
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.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
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.
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?
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.