Quotes About Nature

As Charles de Gaulle observed in his meditation on leadership, The Edge of the Sword (1932), the artist 'does not renounce the use of his intelligence' – which is, after all, the source of 'lessons, methods, and knowledge'. Instead, the artist adds to these foundations 'a certain instinctive faculty which we call inspiration', which alone can provide the 'direct contact with nature from which the vital spark must leap'.

World order describes the concept held by a region or civilization about the nature of just arrangements and the distribution of power thought to be applicable to the entire world.

here is nothing to see, however, and not a soul to meet. You might walk for twenty miles along this track without being able to fix a point in your mind, unless you are a bushman. This is because of the everlasting, maddening sameness of the stunted trees - that monotony which makes a man long to break away and travel as far as trains can go, and sail as far as ship can sail - and farther.

wish I were a sea squirt, If life became a strain, I'd veg out on the nearest rock And reabsorb my brain.

I wish I were a sea squirt, If life became a strain, I'd veg out on the nearest rock And reabsorb my brain.

Reality is not protected or defended by laws, proclamations, ukases, cannons and armadas. Reality is that which is sprouting all the time out of death and disintegration.

The world is not to be put in order; the world is order, incarnate. It is for us to harmonize with this order.

Topographically the country is magnificent -- and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak.

Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything except his own nature.

By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.

Just what future the Designer of the universe has provided for the souls of men I do not know, I cannot prove. But I find that the whole order of Nature confirms my confidence that, if it is not like our noblest hopes and dreams, it will transcend them.

Winter came to an end, and spring arrived, in its fully glory. I remember looking at the blooming trees and flowers and thinking of how incongruous is the beauty of nature against the ugliness of man.

I remember looking at the blooming trees and flowers and thinking how incongruous is the beauty of nature against the ugliness of man.

It is the process of design, in which diverse parts of the "given-world" of the scientist and the "made-world" of the engineer are reformed and assembled into something the likes of which Nature had not dreamed, that divorces engineering from science and marries it to art.

Through the Reformation, the mechanical relation of nature and grace was superceded by an ethical one, so that the restoration of the law of God in every sphere of life became the concern of the believer.

I think politicians get hamstrung by the nature of politics when the private sector can really do great things.

A rose trapped inside a fist.

It's funny how people think that they have "a right to life". Now isn't that the biggest load you ever heard? You don't have a right to shit your pants on Sunday. Let's take it back to the jungle. Where the fuck are your rights there? No layers in the jungle. Civilization has allowed the weak to survive. You can sit back and be an overweight, apathetic piece of shit, smoke your dope and still survive because you have a right to life.

The countryside is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it. Thatched roofs on the houses. Snow everywhere, the sky is so blue. I'm 22 years old today.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

Spring is a true reconstructionist.

Like what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.

It is with rivers as it is with people: the greatest are not always the most agreeable nor the best to live with.