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What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
It was one of those perfect English autumnal days which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of read more
Whether man is disposed to yield to nature or to oppose her, he cannot do without a correct understanding of her language.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.
