The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt head in the sun heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body but the soul.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me I guess.

Our challenge for the future is that we realize we are very much a part of the earth's ecosystem and we must learn to respect and live according to the basic biological laws of nature.

Web 2.0 ideas have a chirpy cheerful rhetoric to them but I think they consistently express a profound pessimism about humans human nature and the human future.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.

We are all afraid for our confidence for the future for the world. That is the nature of the human imagination. Yet every man every civilization has gone forward because of its engagement with what it has set itself to do.

Such is the miraculous nature of the future of exiles: what is first uttered in the impotence of an overheated apartment becomes the fate of nations.

My own nature hovers between neurotic and paranoid. I've developed the habit of mentally listing things that make me optimistic about the future. I do it every day.

While day by day the overzealous student stores up facts for future use he who has learned to trust nature finds need for ever fewer external directions. He will discard formula after formula until he reaches the conclusion: Let nature take its course.