Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.
Interpretation
The quote expresses gratitude for the beauty found in nature during spring and summer.
In this quote, Carl Linnaeus emphasizes the importance and beauty of the natural world, highlighting elements such as air, water, greenery (verdure), and the sweet sounds of birds. It serves as a reminder to appreciate the simple yet profound beauty that nature offers, encouraging a sense of gratitude and connection to the environment.
In practice
This quote can be used in a speech about environmental conservation to emphasize the beauty of nature.
Of what use are the great number of petrifactions, of different species, shape and form which are dug up by naturalists? Perhaps the collection of such specimens is sheer vanity and inquisitiveness. I do not presume to say; but we find in our mountains the rarest animals, shells, mussels, and corals embalmed in stone, as it were, living specimens of which are now being sought in vain throughout Europe. These stones alone whisper in the midst of general silence.
There are as many species as the infinite being created diverse forms in the beginning, which, following the laws of generation, produced many others, but always similar to them: therefore there are as many species as we have different structures before us today.
I demand of you, and of the whole world, that you show me a generic character... by which to distinguish between Man and Ape. I myself most assuredly know of none.
A professor can never better distinguish himself in his work than by encouraging a clever pupil, for the true discovers are among them, as comets amongst the stars.
Is it 10 years, 20, 50 before we reach that tipping point where climate change becomes irreversible? Nobody can know. There's clearly a probability distribution. We need to ensure this planet, and we need to do it quickly.
There is scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets.
This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their rotting hearts generations rise trying once more to become the forest just beyond them tall enough to be called trees in their youth like aspen a bouquet of young beech is gathered they still wear last summer's leaves the lightest brown almost translucent how their stubbornness has decorated the winter woods.
Lots of people talk to animals... Not very many listen, though... That's the problem.
To a man, ornithologists are tall, slender, and bearded so that they can stand motionless for hours, imitating kindly trees, as they watch for birds.
I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.
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