Nature uses as little as possible of anything.
Nature uses as little as possible of anything.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes,…
Loneliness A hawk hovers in the air. Two white gulls float on the stream. Soaring with the wind, it is…
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.