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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Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into
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One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
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Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Man is a blind, witless, low brow, anthropocentric clod who inflicts lesions upon the earth.
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There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.
