Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods..."
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, by George Gordon, Lord Byron.
Late Autumn Sun
"The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do."
Galileo
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