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Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no read more
The search for truth is in one way hard and in another way easy, for it is evident that no one can master it fully or miss it wholly. But each adds a little to our knowledge of nature, and from all the facts assembled there arises a certain grandeur.
I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may read more
I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.
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.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where read more
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.
Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into
Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into
