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Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass

Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice

One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star

All my life through, the new sights of nature made me rejoice like a child