Nature is commanded by obeying her.
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.
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
Nature understands no jesting. She is always true, always serious, always severe. She is always right, and the errors are always those of man.
Only those within whose own consciousness the sun rise and set, the leaves burgeon and wither, can be said to be aware of what living is.
Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels.
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?
Art is man's nature: Nature is God's art.
The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of man.
Nature has made up her mind that what cannot defend itself shall not be defended.
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.
Nature is not human hearted.