Out from the heart of Nature rolled The burdens of the Bible old.

He is great who is what he is from Nature, and who never reminds us of others.

Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same.

In nature nothing can be given, all things are sold.

Why should we fear to be crushed by savage elements, we who are made up of the same elements?

Line in nature is not found; Unit and universe are round; In vain produced, all rays return; Evil will bless, and ice will burn.

A friend might well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.

Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.

When Nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.

In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, – no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, – my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, – all mean egotism vanishes. […]