The sun will set without thy assistance.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
The unnatural, that too is natural.
The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roars; I love not man the less, but nature more.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
To the dull mind all nature is leaden. To the illumined mind the whole world burns and sparkles with light.
Warm summer sun, shine kindly here. Warm southern wind, blow softly here. Green sod above, lie light, lie light. Good night, dear Heart, Good night, good night.
We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets. We need to witness our own limits transgressed, and some life pasturing freely where we never wander.
We cannot remember too often that when we observe nature, and especially the ordering of nature, it is always ourselves alone we are observing.
We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.
What a book a devil's chaplain might write on the clumsy, wasteful, blundering, low, and horribly cruel work of nature!
What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird?
Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.
Who can explain the secret pathos of Nature's loveliness? It is a touch of melancholy inherited from our mother Eve. It is an unconscious memory of the lost Paradise. It is the sense that even if we should find another Eden, we would not be fit to enjoy it perfectly nor stay in it forever.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
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