Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable read more

Nature is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums the old well-known air through innumerable variations.

The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with read more

The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.

Whenever man comes up with a better mousetrap, nature immediately comes up with a better mouse.

Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no read more

Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway."

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and read more

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old) one mountain, one sea,
one river, and see all.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.

Nature uses as little as possible of anything.