The spirit of the world, the great calm presence of the creator, comes not forth to the sorceries of opium or of wine.
Ralph Waldo EmersonAll things with which we deal preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,--it is a sacred emblem from the first furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the fields.
Ralph Waldo EmersonLive in the fields, and God will give you lectures on natural philosophy every day.
Ralph Waldo Emerson