Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.
A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
Earth and sky woods and fields lakes and rivers the mountain and the sea are excellent schoolmasters and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
The sun with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
Nature knows no pause in progress and development and attaches her curse on all inaction.
When I have a terrible need of – shall I say the word – religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.
Rest is not idleness and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.