The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the >>
Home -- that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most per >>
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They >>
Of all the things that oppress me, this sense of the evil working of n >>
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the r >>
Nature surpasses nurture. >>
That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.