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    When a man wantonly destroys one of the works of man we call him a vandal. When he destroys one of the works of God we call him a sportsman.

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Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.".

Winter is nature's way of saying, "Up yours.".

by Robert Byrne Found in: Nature Quotes,
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Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish read more

Each is like a river that leaves behind its name and shape, the whole course of its path, to vanish into the vast sea of God.

by Richard Selzer Found in: Nature Quotes,
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I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

by Frank Lloyd Wright Found in: Nature Quotes,
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Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.

by William Cullen Bryant Found in: Nature Quotes,
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Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.

Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.

by E. F. Schumacher Found in: Nature Quotes,
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If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries
aloud
Through all her works) read more

If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries
aloud
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.

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Our nature is the mind. And the mind is our nature.rn

Our nature is the mind. And the mind is our nature.rn

by Unknown Found in: Nature Quotes,
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He who does not become familiar with nature through love will never know her.

He who does not become familiar with nature through love will never know her.

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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.

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