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Sunday, 7 September 2008
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"It's with bad sentiments that one makes good novels." (Huxley, Aldous - Fiction)

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Browse Quotations about Nature

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?
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
I am against nature. I don't dig nature at all. I think nature is very unnatural. I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.
I am at two with nature.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
I know no subject more elevating, more amazing, more ready to the poetical enthusiasm, the philosophical reflection, and the moral sentiment than the works of nature. Where can we meet such variety, such beauty, such magnificence?
I look upon all creatures equally; none are less dear to me and none more dear. But those who worship me with love live in me, and I come to life in them.
I've always regarded nature as the clothing of God.
If only nature is real and if, in nature, only desire and destruction are legitimate, then, in that all humanity does not suffice to assuage the thirst for blood, the path of destruction must lead to universal annihilation.
If winds are the spirit of the sky's ocean, the clouds are the texture. Their is easily the most uninhibited dominion of the earth. Nothing in physical shape is too fantastic for them. They can be round as apples or as fine as string, as dense as a jungle, as wispy as a whiff of down, as mild as puddle water or as potent as the belch of a volcano. Some are thunderous anvils formed by violent up drafts from the warm earth. Some are ragged coattails of storms that have passed. Some are stagnant blankets of warm air resting on cold. I have seen clouds in the dawn that looked like a pink Sultan with his pale harem maidens and a yellow slob of eunuch lolling impotent in the background.
If you live according to the dictates of nature, you will never be poor; if according to the notions of man, you will never be rich.
In nature nothing can be given. All things are sold.
In nature we never see anything isolated, but everything in connection with something else which is before it, beside it, under it and over it.
It is absolutely impossible to transcend the laws of nature. What can change in historically different circumstances is only the form in which these laws expose themselves.
It is easy to replace man, and it will take no great time, when Nature has lapsed, to replace Nature.
Let Nature have her way; she understands her business better than we do.
Let us beware of saying there are laws in nature. There are only necessities: there is no one to command, no one to obey, no one to transgress. When you realize there are no goals or objectives, then you realize, too, that there is no chance: for only in a world of objectives does the word chance have any meaning.
Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.
Like Confucius of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels.
Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.
Man masters nature not by force but by understanding. This is why science has succeeded where magic failed: because it has looked for no spell to cast over nature.
Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience finds in nature the correspondence through which we may know our boundless selves.
Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.
Men may change their climate, but they cannot change their nature. A man that goes out a fool cannot ride or sail himself into common sense.
Nature always tends to act in the simplest way.
Nature breaks through the eyes of the cat.
Nature does nothing uselessly.
Nature goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.
Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.
Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.
Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway.
Nature has no principles. She makes no distinction between good and evil.
Nature in America has always been suspect, on the defensive, cannibalized by progress. In America, every specimen becomes a relic.
Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
Nature is a self-made machine, more perfectly automated than any automated machine. To create something in the image of nature is to create a machine, and it was by learning the inner working of nature that man became a builder of machines.
Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.
Nature is commanded by obeying her.
Nature is garrulous to the point of confusion, let the artist be truly taciturn.
Nature is not human hearted.
Nature is the art of God.
Nature is unfair? So much the better, inequality is the only bearable thing, the monotony of equality can only lead us to boredom.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
Nature never says one thing and wisdom another.
Nature provides exceptions to every rule.
Nature surpasses nurture.
Nature understands no jesting. She is always true, always serious, always severe. She is always right, and the errors are always those of man.
Nature uses as little as possible of anything.
Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.
Nature's law affirm instead of prohibit. If you violate her laws, you are your own prosecuting attorney, judge, jury, and hangman.
Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.
Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
Nature, who for the perfect maintenance of the laws of her general equilibrium, has sometimes need of vices and sometimes of virtues, inspires now this impulse, now that one, in accordance with what she requires.
Nature... is nothing but the inner voice of self-interest.
Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.
No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.