The vegetable life does not content itself with casting from the flower or the tree a single seed, but it fills the air and earth with a prodigality of seeds, that, if thousands perish, thousands may plant themselves, that hundreds may come up, that tens may live to maturity; that, at least one may replace the parent.
Interpretation
Nature is abundant and spreads many seeds to ensure survival and growth despite many facing challenges.
Ralph Waldo Emerson's quote highlights the resilience and abundance inherent in nature. It suggests that plants produce an overwhelming number of seeds, acknowledging that while many will not survive, this overproduction ensures that some will thrive and continue the cycle of life. This illustrates the idea of hope and the determination to persist, reinforcing the importance of not only survival but also the potential for regeneration and continuity in the natural world.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about environmental conservation to emphasize the resilience of nature.
It is plain that there is no separate essence called courage, no cup or cell in the brain, no vessel in the heart containing drops or atoms that make or give this virtue; but it is the right or healthy state of every man, when he is free to do that which is constitutional to him to do.
Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.
Men cease to interest us when we find their limitations
Tis the good reader that makes the good book; a good head cannot read amiss: in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakeably meant for his ear.
The world belongs to the energetic.
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Recycling is what we do when we're out of options to avoid, repair, or reuse the product first. Firstly: Reduce. Don't buy what we don't need. Repair: Fix stuff that still has life in it. Reuse: Share. Then, only when you've exhausted those options, recycle.
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice!_x000D_ _x000D_ O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths!_x000D_ _x000D_ O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb!_x000D_ _x000D_ A verse to seek, to see, to narrate thee.
When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.
In pushing other species to extinction, humanity is busy sawing off the limb on which it perches.
Labor is the only prayer that Nature answers: It is the only prayer that deserves an answer—good, honest, noble work.
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