A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
A hen is only an egg's way of making another egg.
A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.
A mistake is simply another way of doing things.
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature's inexorable imperative.
H. G. Wells
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