My father, now in heaven, is a keeper of the birds. And his eye is on his sparrow

Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night. Primitive folk, gathered at a cave mouth round a fire, do not fear night;...

Man is not better treated by nature in his first start than her other works are; so long as he is unable to act for himself as an independent intelligence she acts for him. But...

I see young men, my townsmen, whose misfortune it is to have inherited farms, houses, barns, cattle, and farming tools; for these are more easily acquired than got rid of. Better if they had been...

My hands are flowing like sunlight. The shapes and colors are astounding. I don’t understand these images that are empowering me. My brush touches the canvas like photons to the earth, and a new world...

To man has been given the grief, often, of seeing his gods overthrown and his altars crumbling; but to the wolf and the wild dog that have come in to crouch at man’s feet, this...

If Twinkies grew on trees, as nature intended, then I would like to irrigate your fertile valley. When we make love, bring your own knitting equipment.

I had a dream about you. Due to the underwater nature of our relationship, I kept referring to you as Mrs. Fishface. You probably thought I was being racist, because you were in fact a...

If humans had nothing to fight for, they would fight for nothing.

We must learn that when people devalue any one Life, they devalue all Life.

… on these expanded membranes [butterfly wings] Nature writes, as on a tablet, the story of the modifications of species, so truly do all changes of the organisation register themselves thereon. Moreover, the same colour-patterns...

I sat on a somewhat higher sand dune and watched the eastern sky. Dawn in Mongolia was an amazing thing. In one instant, the horizon became a faint line suspended in the darkness, and then...

Man is a product of nature, a part of the Universe. The Universe is operated under exact natural laws. Man is a product of millions of years of evolution. He adapts himself to the laws...

We Let the Boat DriftI set out for the pond, crossing the ravine where seedling pines start up like sparks between the disused rails of the Boston and Maine.The grass in the field would make...

The fish is my friend too…I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if...

Now I know what the atom looks like.

Stop looking at the walls, look out the window.

The bee’s life is like a magic well: the more you draw from it, the more it fills with water

Embrace the beauty of good moment.

The book of nature has no beginning, as it has no end. Open this book where you will, and at any period of your life, and if you have the desire to acquire knowledge you...

The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.

To express is to drive.And when you want to give something presence, you have to consult nature.And there is where Design comes in.And if you think of Brick, for instance,and you say to Brick,””What do...

Two or three million years ago, the Earth was a ball of fire, revolving arround it’s own axis. It took millions of years to cool under the constant downpour of rain. The Process was slow,...

To find not only that this bedlam of color was true but that the pictures were pale and inaccurate translations, was to me startling. I can’t even imagine the forest colors when I am not...

All of nature is in me, and a bit of myself is in all of nature.

But Tik Tok believes everything’s circular, including men and women. He says nature seems to go around and around, and that we all have bits of everything.

There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.

The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.

It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all – but we...

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no...

We must have design in a picture even at the expense of truth. You are using nature for your artistic needs.

Colors are light’s suffering and joy

Old nature is by nature rather talkative.

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

He who has experienced the mystery of the nature is full of life, full of love, full of joy. Radiance emanates from the whole existence itself, it does not know the meaning of holding back....

Nature deserves the greatest gratitude for our existence!

…at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door…

We must adopt loathsome diseases for our familiar associates, or we shall never be thoroughly acquainted with their nature and dispositions; we must risk, nay even injure, our own health in order to be able...

One of the most interesting histories of what comes of rejecting science we may see in Islam, which in the beginning received, accepted, and even developed the classical legacy. For some five or six rich...

AWB was prepared to deceive the UN as to the true nature of its contractual relationship with the Iraqi Grain Board.

Wilted or in bloom,taking or lending daylight,the world transitions.

The late-afternoon sky, in Paul’s peripheral vision, panoramic and mostly unobstructed, appeared rural or suburban, more indicative of forests and fields and lakes—of nature’s vast connections, through the air and the soil, to more of...

People aren’t rational. We’re not thinking machines, we’re – we’re feeling machines that happen to think.

The snow crystals . . . come to us not only to reveal the wondrous beauty of the minute in Nature, but to teach us that all earthly beauty is transient and must soon fade...

Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confidence in the storms of spring without fear that after them may come no...

Lone rangers, that’s what we are. We see the world with our naked eyes, unabashed of the greed and ego. Our mind resides on our tongue and we stand for what’s right. A little too...

I love nature, I just don’t want to get any of it on me.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.

Leave it as it is. The ages have been at work on it and man can only mar it.

We see the world piece by piece, as the sun, the moon, the animal, the tree; but the whole, of which these are shining parts, is the soul