Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
Everything in Nature contains all the powers of Nature. Everything is made of one hidden stuff.
A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of Nature.
He is great who is what he is from Nature, and who never reminds us of others.
Nature is more powerful than education; time will develop everything.
Nature has given us two ears but only one mouth.
Nature speaks in symbols and in signs.
The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
But on and up, where Nature's heart
Beats strong amid the hills.
For manners are not idle, but the fruit
Of loyal nature and of noble mind.
Authors--essayist, atheist, novelist, realist, rhymester, play your part,
Paint the mortal shame of nature with the living hues of art.
Follow you the star that lights a desert pathway, yours or mine.
Forward, till you see the Highest Human Nature is divine.
Forget thee...
Never--
Till Nature, high and low, and great and small
Forgets herself, and all her loves and hates
Sink again into Chaos.
I trust in Nature for the stable laws
Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant
And Autumn garner to the end of time.
I trust in God,--the right shall be the right
And other than the wrong, while he endures.
I trust in my own soul, that can perceive
The outward and the inward,--Nature's good
And God's.
Of what I call God,
And fools call Nature.
Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.
Perhaps the wind
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries
For what has been and is not.
Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
Nature fits all her children with something to do.
From lower to the higher next,
Not to the top, is Nature's text;
And embryo Good, to reach full stature,
Absorbs the Evil in its nature.
Nature, they say, doth dote,
And can not make a man
Save on some worn-out plan,
Repeating us by rote.
But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet
Lessen like sound of friends' departing feet;
And Death is beautiful as feet of friend
Coming with welcome at our journey's end.
For me Fate gave, whate'er she else denied,
A nature sloping to the southern side;
I thank her for it, though when clouds arise
Such natures double-darken gloomy skies.
I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste, affectionate, compassionate, fully armed;
I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold,
And I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.
With a higher moral nature will come a restriction on the multiplication of the inferior.
The Republican form of government is the highest form of government: but because of this it requires the highest type of human nature--a type nowhere at present existing.