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Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
Nature too unkind;
That made no medicine for a troubled mind!
In a pond koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, koi can grow to read more
In a pond koi can reach lengths of eighteen inches. Amazingly, when placed in a lake, koi can grow to three feet long. The metaphor is obvious. You are limited by how you see the world.
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 sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of read more
The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
We may brave human laws, but we cannot resist natural ones.
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.
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 never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they read more
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the read more
Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.