All finite things reveal infinitude: The mountain withi its singular bright shade Like the blue shine on freshly frozen snow, The after-light upon ice-burdened pines; Odor of basswood upon a mountain slope, A scene beloved of bees; Silence of water above a sunken tree: The pure serene of memory of one man,-- A ripple widening from a single stone Winding around the waters of the world.
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See one promontory, one mountain, one sea, one river and see all.
See one promontory, one mountain, one sea, one river and see all.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
What is art? Nature concentrated.
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.
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and read more
A man's interest in a single bluebird is worth more than a complete but dry list of the fauna and flora of a town.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
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?
