Our soul is cast into a body where it finds number time dimension. Thereupon it reasons and calls this nature necessity and can believe nothing else.

In nature nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted bent in weird ways and they're still beautiful.

Everything is the product of one universal creative effort. There is nothing dead in Nature. Everything is organic and living and therefore the whole world appears to be a living organism.

Human subtlety will never devise an invention more beautiful more simple or more direct than does nature because in her inventions nothing is lacking and nothing is superfluous.

Nothing happens to any man that he is not formed by nature to bear.

To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.

Nature does nothing in vain.

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected momentary and fleeting yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains.