Quotes About Nature

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.

Acorns were good till bread was found.

Man would be otherwise. That is the essence of the specifically human.

Friendship, which is of its nature a delicate thing, fastidious, slow of growth, is easily checked, will hesitate, demur, recoil where love, good old blustering love, bowls ahead and blunders through every obstacle.

Everyone wants to understand painting. Why don't they try to understand the singing of birds? People love the night, a flower, everything that surrounds them without trying to understand them. But painting - that they must understand.

To say to the painter that Nature is to be taken as she is, is to say to the player that he may sit on the piano.

Landscape painting is the obvious resource of misanthropy.

Pictures must not be too picturesque.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

The essence of man is imperfection.

He is all fault who hath no fault at all. For who loves me must have a touch of earth.

Use what talents you have; the woods would have little music if no birds sang their song except those who sang best.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

The most delightful advantage of being bald - one can hear snowflakes.

(Abraham Lincoln's) weathered face was homely as a plowed field.

People are like birds - from a distance, beautiful: from close up, those sharp beaks, those beady little eyes.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

Let me be dressed fine as I will, Flies, worms, and flowers, exceed me still.

Politeness is good nature regulated by good sense.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no prosperity can sooth their ragged and dishevelled desolation.

Some natures are too good to be spoiled by praise.

Prayer covers the whole of man's life. There is no thought, feeling, yearning, or desire, however low, trifling, or vulgar we may deem it, which, if it affects our real interest or happiness, we may not lay before God and be sure of sympathy. His nature is such that our often coming does not tire him. The whole burden of the whole life of every man may be rolled on to God and not weary him, though it has wearied the man.

He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.

Praying which does not result in pure conduct is a delusion. We have missed the whole office and virtue of praying if it does not rectify conduct. It is in the very nature of things that we must quit praying, or quit bad conduct.