The manuscript of nature is the true scripture.
In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences.
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments; there are consequences.
Pick a flower on earth and you move the farthest star.
Nature is not human-hearted.
After a debauch of thundershower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
The unnatural – that too is natural.
In nature there are neither rewards nor punishments – there are consequences.
We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.
The soil, in return for her service, keeps the tree tied to her; the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.
Grass is the forgiveness of nature – her constant benediction. Forests decay, harvests perish, flowers vanish, but grass is immortal.
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
When a man wantonly destroys a work of man we call him a vandal; when a man destroys one of the works of God, we call him a sportsman.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
If you watch how nature deals with adversity, continually renewing itself, you can’t help but learn.
Nature tops the list of potent tranquilizers and stress reducers. The mere sound of moving water has been shown to lower blood pressure.
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Everything in nature acts in conformity with law.