Yet the deepest truths are best read between the lines, and, for the most part, refuse to be written.
Amos Bronson AlcottRead
Nature is the armory of genius. Cities serve it poorly, books and colleges at second hand; the eye craves the spectacle of the horizon; of mountain, ocean, river and plain, the clouds and stars; actual contact with the elements, sympathy with the seasons as they rise and roll.
Interpretation
Nature inspires creativity and genius more effectively than urban environments or formal education.
This quote emphasizes the profound impact that the natural world has on human creativity and intellect. Alcott suggests that direct experiences in nature provide a richer and more fulfilling source of inspiration compared to the material realities of cities or the theoretical knowledge gained from books and institutions, advocating for a deeper connection with the elements and the changing seasons as essential to cultivating genius.
In practice
In a discussion about creativity and innovation during a workshop.
Yet the deepest truths are best read between the lines, and, for the most part, refuse to be written.
Observation more than books and experience more than persons, are the prime educators.
The true teacher defends his pupils against his own personal influence. He inspires self-trust. He guides their eyes from himself to the spirit that quickens him. He will have no disciples.
We climb to heaven most often on the ruins of our cherished plans, finding our failures were successes.
If we've learned any lessons during the past few decades, perhaps the most important is that preservation of our environment is not a partisan challenge; it's common sense. Our physical health, our social happiness, and our economic well-being will be sustained only by all of us working in partnership as thoughtful, effective stewards of our natural resources.
We cannot win this battle to save species and environments without forging an emotional bond between ourselves and nature as well - for we will not fight to save what we do not love.
The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought,_x000D_ _x000D_ Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught_x000D_ _x000D_ In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront_x000D_ _x000D_ Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.
Evolution did not intend trees to grow singly. Far more than ourselves they are social creatures, and no more natural as isolated specimens than man is as a marooned sailor or hermit.
To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.
Peering from some high window; at the gold of November sunset _x000D_ (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way).
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