A man is related to all nature.


A man who lives with nature is used to violence and is companionable with death. There is more violence in an English hedgerow than in the meanest streets of a great city.


A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.


After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on — have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear — what remains? Nature remains.


All men by nature desire to know.


All nature is but art unknown to thee.


All nature wears one universal grin.


All that is sweet, delightful, and amiable in this world, in the serenity of the air, the fineness of seasons, the joy of light, the melody of sounds, the beauty of colors, the fragrancy of smells, the splendor our precious stones, is nothing else but Heaven breaking through the veil of this world, manifesting itself in such a degree and darting forth in such variety so much of its own nature.


All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.


And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.


Art is man's nature: Nature is God's art.


As a profession advertising is young; as a force it is as old as the world. The first four words ever uttered, Let there be light, constitute its charter. All nature is vibrant with its impulse.


As long as I retain my feeling and my passion for Nature, I can partly soften or subdue my other passions and resist or endure those of others.


Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.


Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.


Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of hidden stuff.


For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.


For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.


Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.


From our earliest hour we have been taught that the thought of the heart, the shaping of the rain-cloud, the amount of wool that grows on a sheep's back, the length of a drought, and the growing of the corn, depend on nothing that moves immutable, at the heart of all things; but on the changeable will of a changeable being, whom our prayers can alter. To us, from the beginning, Nature has been but a poor plastic thing, to be toyed with this way or that, as man happens to please his deity or not; to go to church or not; to say his prayers right or not; to travel on a Sunday or not. Was it possible for us in an instant to see Nature as she is –the flowing vestment of an unchanging reality?

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