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.

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

Nature always tends to act in the simplest way.

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.

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

Nature's law affirm instead of prohibit. If you violate her laws, you are your own prosecuting attorney, judge, jury, and hangman.

Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.

That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Occurrences in this domain are beyond the reach of exact prediction because of the variety of factors in operation, not because of any lack of order in nature.

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

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.

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

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

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 goes her own way and all that to us seems an exception is really according to order.

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.

I've always regarded nature as the clothing of God.

The exact sciences also start from the assumption that in the end it will always be possible to understand nature, even in every new field of experience, but that we may make no a priori assumptions about the meaning of the word understand.

Nature never says one thing and wisdom another.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.

Nature is not human hearted.

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.

Lightning is the shorthand of a storm, and tells of chaos.

The law of nature is the strictest expression of necessity.

The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

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.

Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.

No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.

See one promontory, one mountain, one sea, one river and see all.

Man is a complex being; he makes the deserts bloom and lakes die.

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.