I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
The nature of faith is that it must be tried.
All is a miracle. The stupendous order of nature, the revolution of a hundred millions of worlds around a million of stars, the activity of light, the life of all animals, all are grand and perpetual miracles.
Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger.
Always search for your innermost nature in those you are with, as rose oil imbibes from roses.
Nature meant for me a wife, a silly harmless household Dove, fond without art; and kind without deceit.
Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.
No evidence or proof of the existence of a God has been found in the phenomena of nature, based on experience.
I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures?
Wherever we find orderly, stable systems in Nature, we find that they are hierarchically structured, for the simple reason that without such structuring of complex systems into sub-assemblies, there could be no order and stability- except the order of a dead universe filled with a uniformly distributed gas.
Why are we here on earth? To create. It's in our nature.
The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
Employment, which Galen calls 'Nature's Physician,' is so essential to human happiness that indolence is justly considered as the mother of misery.
We must now understand that our own well-being can be achieved only through the well-being of the entire natural world around us.
The planet does nothing but support us, and we are constantly committing crimes against nature
Today a new faith is stirring: the myth of blood, the faith that along with blood we are defending the divine nature of man as a whole.
Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.
Command the space of your beingness - a space where you are allowed to grow into your true, unique nature.
A tardiness in nature, Which often leaves the history unspoke, That it intends to do.
