It is impossible to say just what I mean.
T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”
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“Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The flowers, the animals, the mountains, reflected the wisdom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.”
- Nature, Emerson
