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Earth laughs in flowers.
Earth laughs in flowers.
You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even read more
You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.
Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature.
He got a corporation mind. He doesn't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.
He got a corporation mind. He doesn't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.
Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no read more
Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway."
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.
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 believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
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.