Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
Nature suffers nothing to remain in her kingdoms which cannot help itsef.? The genesis and maturation of the planet, its poise and orbit, the bended tree recovering itself from the strong wind, the vital resources of every animal and vegitable, are the demonstrations of the self-sufficing and therefore self-relying soul.
Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and which there divines the spirit of which nature herself is animated.
Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured.
Many difficulties which nature throws in our way, may be smoothed away by the exercise of intelligence.
Like a great poet, Nature knows how to produce the greatest effects with the most limited means.
Nature has always had more force than education.
Nature has made a pebble and a female. The lapidary makes the diamond, and the lover makes the woman.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
Nature never breaks her own laws.
It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures.
Nature has no love for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some support; and the sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship.
Nature is seldom in the wrong, custom always.
To be admitted to Nature's hearth costs nothing. None is excluded, but excludes himself. You have only to push aside the curtain.
Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it is up to you to merit the face you have at fifty.
All men by nature desire knowledge.
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
Art is a harmony parallel with nature.
The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.
If one way be better than another, that you may be sure is nature's way.
Although nature commences with reason and ends in experience it is necessary for us to do the opposite, that is to commence with experience and from this to proceed to investigate the reason.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.