Quotes About Nature

God has given us a world that nothing but our own folly keeps from being a paradise.

God sends cold according to clothes.

God strikes not with both hands, for to the sea he made heavens, and to rivers foords.

He would say that God had given him a tail to keep the flies off, but that he would sooner have had no tail and no flies.

I believe that most of what was said of God was in reality said of that Spirit whose body is Earth.

Did I say the book of nature is a catechism? Yes, But, after it answers the first question with "God," nothing but questions follow.

I believe that God is totally moral, but nature, one of God's creatures, is not moral. Nature is blind.

Bribed with a little sunlight and a few prismatic tints, we bless our Maker, and stave off his wrath with hymns.

Blessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature, and through her, God.

Flowers may beckon todwards us, but they speak todward heaven and God.

Yet technique matters, even so. God uses it, for a buffalo is not a leopard.

The grand old Book of God still stands; and this old earth, the more its leaves are turned over and pondered, the more it will sustain and illustrate the Sacred word.

I'd sit on logs like pulpitslisten to the sermonof sparrowsand find god in Simplicity,there amongst the dandelionand thorn

In particular, the emerging call from our nation's evangelicals to protect God's creation is substantial

Nature is the living, visible garment of God.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds.

I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave--thank God for the quiet grave--O! I can feel the cold earth upon me--the daisies growing over me--O for this quiet--it will be my first.

Art is just a series of natural gestures. For God's sake, don't try to be artistic - all wild animals walk the same way.

If a tornado twists at 175 miles an hour and stays on the ground like a massive lawnmower for 50 miles, God gave the command.

It's spring! Farewell To chills and colds! The blushing, girlish World unfolds Each flower, leaf And blade of sod— Small letters sent To her from God.

How endless is that volume which God hath written of the world! Every creature is a letter, every day a new page.

Seems to me God made a big mistake when He failed to put handles on watermelons.

God created the world to be praised on the subtle nature of his existence.