One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life. But the sea, though changed in a sinister way, will continue to exist: the threat is rather to life itself.
In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.
Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
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