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 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.
Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.
Nature uses as little as possible of anything.
History of the Night Throughout the course of the generations men constructed the night. At first she was blindness; thorns…