The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Animals, whom we have made our slaves, we do not like to consider our equal.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.