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"How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!"
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"The Peace of Wild ThingsWhen despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
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"Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn."
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"Then the immortal heart of the woods will beat against ours and its subtle life will steal into our veins and make us its own forever, so that no matter where we go or how widely we wander we shall yet be drawn back to the forest to find our most enduring kinship."
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"Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?"
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"Mountains in the distance remind me of you."
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"See the golden beach sands and blue skyin a cool breezemy mind flys high"
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"It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters."
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"The ripe apple falls, it doesn't know what else to do."
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"No mountain is of any appreciable height to break the curve of the sphere."
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"We are part of nature. We are here to bloom like a flower- to ornate the earth with beauty, love, joy, happiness, and care."
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"I think that I had better go, Holmes.""Not a bit, doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell."
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"It's a very cheery thing to come into London by any of these lines which run high and allow you to look down upon the houses like this."I thought he was joking, for the view was sordid enough, but he soon explained himself."Look at those big, isolated clumps of buildings rising up above the slates, like brick islands in a lead-coloured sea.""The board-schools.""Light-houses, my boy! Beacons of the future! Capsules with hundreds of bright little seeds in each, out of which will spring the wiser, better England of the future."
Future
"Before we begin to investigate that, let us try to realize what we do know, so as to make the most of it, and to separate the essential from the accidental."
Knowledge
"As Cuvier could correctly describe a whole animal by the contemplation of a single bone, so the observer who has thoroughly understood one link in a series of incidents should be able to accurately state all the other ones, both before and after."
Writing
"Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it."
Responsibility
"I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix."
Intelligence
"How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!"
Nature
"He is not a bad fellow, though an absolute imbecile in his profession. He has one positive virtue. He is as brave as a bulldog and as tenacious as a lobster if he gets his claws upon anyone."
Courage
"There is no scent so pleasant to my nostrils as that faint, subtle reek which comes from an ancient book."
Books
"How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you and I. How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!"
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