Charles Robert Darwin Quote

The poetry of the earth is never dead

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the mind of man

The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children

I am in love with this green earth; the face of town and country; the unspeakable rural solitudes.

You must have the bird in your heart before you can find it in the bush.

The world is too much with us; late and soon,