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All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in read more
Got no check books, got no banks. Still I'd like to express my thanks - I got the sun in the mornin' and the moon at night.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death,
And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus read more
A city where everyone seemed to live in a bungalow on a broad avenue lined with palm, pepper or eucalyptus trees, where there was never any snow.
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.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.
Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.
Nature is full of infinite causes that have never occurred in experience.
Until we end our violence against the earth- a matter ignored by most pacifists, as the issue of military violence read more
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.
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.
