"Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty."
"[For men] to feel their souls withering within them, unthanked, to find their whole being sunk into an unrecognized abyss, to be counted off into a heap of mechanism numbered with its wheels, and weighed with its hammer strokes - this, nature bade not, - this, God blesses not, - this, humanity for no long time is able to endure."
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Source: John Ruskin (2012). “Selections From the Works of John Ruskin”, p.215, tredition
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