Quotes About Nature

A chicken is the egg's way of making more eggs.

This special green is the result of high copper concentration in the soil.

Most Terran primates did not understand the multiplex nature of causality. They tended to think everything had a single cause. This simple philosophic error was so widespread on that planet that the primates were all in the habit of giving themselves, and other primates, more credit than was deserved when things went well. This made them all inordinately conceited.

Who is the Master who makes the grass green? (Zen koan)

Of course, we all consist of molecules, which consist of atoms, which consist of particles and/or waves and we all remain in various maybe states until we make a choice in the existential sense.

Few of our ancestors were perfect ladies or gentlemen; the majority of them were not even mammals.

1. We can say it is waves. 2. We can say it is particles. 3. We can say it is both waves and particles, i.e. either of the first two will serve, at different times. 4. We can say It is neither waves nor particles, i.e. the models are our metaphors; the Etic non-verbal event remains — unspeakable.

We begin to realize that, once these issues are raised, it doesn't really matter whether a man believes in God or not. God, after all, is just a short-hand symbol for our attitude toward the nature of the universe.

It is possible, and even probable, that nymphs and satyrs and such are only gods who have been apprehended without love-partially, obscurely, distortedly.

I guess I mean that nature hates a vacuum. If there are no things which are important, then things are assigned importance arbitrarily and defended at great risk. Because the risk validates the importance.

I liked the rain. It was interesting to look at, and I enjoyed the feeling of shelter on a rainy day. When

Hawk could track a salmon to its spawning bed without getting wet. But

Forgive me. I am shy by nature:--& by position & experience, . . . by having had my nerves shaken to excess, & by leading a life of such seclusion, . . . by these things together & by others besides, I have appeared shy & ungrateful to you. Only not mistrustful. You could not mean to judge me so. Mistrustful people do not write as I write, . . . surely!

All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it.

The sun disappeared into the woods and shadows started slinking out from between the trees. short story, Pumpkin

The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn; God's in His heaven— All's right with the world!

Any nose May ravage with impunity a rose.

O lyric love! half angel half bird

I find earth not gray but rosy; Heaven not grim but fair of hue. Do I stoop? I pluck a posy; Do I stand and stare? All's blue.

Our business was done at the river's brink;

I heard this drop and drop like rain outside Fast-falling through the darkness while she spoke...

For, looking up, aware I somehow grew, 'Spite of the dusk, the plain had given place All round to mountains - with such name to grace Mere ugly heights and heaps now stolen in view. How thus they had surprised me - solve it, you! How to get from them was no clearer case.

That is the doctrine, simple, ancient, true; Such is life's trial, as old earth smiles and knows. If you loved only what were worth your love, Love were clear gain, and wholly well for you: Make the low nature better by your throes! Give earth yourself, go up for gain above!

We two have paddled in the stream, from morning sun till dine; But seas between us broad have roared since days of long ago.