The English light is so very subtle, so very soft and misty, that the architecture responded with great delicacy of detail.
The English light is so very subtle, so very soft and misty, that the architecture responded with great delicacy of detail.
Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us; and it was very still; but there were whispers.
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
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