Languages are true analytical methods.
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Vegetation is the basic instrument the creator uses to set all of nature in motion.
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I consider nature a vast chemical laboratory in which all kinds of composition and decompositions are formed.
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It took them only an instant to cut of that head, but it is unlikely that a hundred years will suffice to reproduce a singular one.
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One succeeds in obtaining an equivalent production at a lower price by improving the arts, trades and agriculture and by developing the physical and moral qualities of workers, farmers and craftsmen.
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A wealthy landowner cannot cultivate and improve his farm without spreading comfort and well-being around him. Rich and abundant crops, a numerous population and a prosperous countryside are the rewards for his efforts.
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It is almost possible to predict one or two days in advance, within a rather broad range of probability, what the weather is going to be; it is even thought that it will not be impossible to publish daily forecasts, which would be very useful to soci.
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Twelve Hours To London, But Backwards It's Better
the clouds crowd far beneath my feet;
but i—i’m distant! i wish she could see
the lands stretched free beside my wings;
better yet, i wish
she could stay and see me.
twelve hours to london and ten to parís,
but i—i’m reversing! back home where i'm free!
the skies become my heart’s soft, wisping-sigh dream:
by flashlight, I add
an eighteen, a three
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Stuff
The realization has just fallen:
Her birthday card to me has been
Hidden on my desk-that
Cluttered mess of books and stuff (count: I) -
And since last August I forgot
That it was there.
[Over time, I oft overlook the opus words that
Make life more marvelous, less mundane.]
Have I been too worried with myself? Does she mind
My mind still figuring, still learning stuff (count: II) ?
The craft card on my desktop counter
Sits still. It is opened, words re-read.
And 'til next August,
There it rests.
As always,
Every word is a delight.
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