Nature is full of genius, full of the divinity so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.

There are certain pursuits which, if not wholly poetic and true, do at least suggest a nobler and finer relation to nature than we know. The keeping of bees, for instance.

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.

The Artist is he who detects and applies the law from observation of the works of Genius, whether of man or Nature. The Artisan is he who merely applies the rules which others have detected.

What is human warfare but just this an effort to make the laws of God and nature take sides with one party.

To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.

Nature and human life are as various as our several constitutions. Who shall say what prospect life offers to another?

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.

There is more of good nature than of good sense at the bottom of most marriages.