Nature is new every morning.
To me a hush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some 20 or 30 farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson