Quotes About Nature

That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.

It is not an artifice that the mind has added to human nature. The mind has added nothing to human nature. It is a violence from within that protects us from a violence without It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do wIth our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos The blackbird whistling Or just after.

We live in an old chaos of the sun.

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

That's the trouble with survival of the fittest, isn't it, Dominick? The corpse at your feet. That little inconvenience.

Whatever is of the nature of arising, all that is of the nature of cessation.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me, I guess.

You want to cut down air pollution? Cut down the original source... Breathin'!

This is what you should do; love the Earth and sun and the animals...

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

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.

Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month,

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self-contained.

"I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass."

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,Out of the Ninth-month midnight.

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Nor for you, for one alone,Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death.

This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God.

As Adam early in the morning,Walking forth from the bower refresh'd with sleep,Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,Be not afraid of my body.