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What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
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?
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through read more
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
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.
Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.
Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
External nature is only internal nature writ large.
The imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.
The imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.
