Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres bound, content to breathe his native air in his own ground.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
My child was one of Nature's Tories pitted against a mother who was one of nurture's Lefties: it was no contest.
There's something in human nature that says we need to have at least one symbolic place where chaos and dark desires can live.
Part of it is living in Tennessee. I'm so out of the loop. And as a person, I'm out of the loop. I'm oblivious by nature.
Laughter springs from the lawless part of our nature.
Well, visual language is another boring discussion about the nature of film.
I think any artist is a perfectionist by their nature.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
Nature does nothing in vain.
Man is by nature a political animal.
The moral virtues, then, are produced in us neither by nature nor against nature. Nature, indeed, prepares in us the ground for their reception, but their complete formation is the product of habit.
If one way be better than another, that you may be sure is nature's way.
He who can be, and therefore is, another's, and he who participates in reason enough to apprehend, but not to have, is a slave by nature.
For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day, so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all.
An artist, under pain of oblivion, must have confidence in himself, and listen only to his real master: Nature.
To the artist there is never anything ugly in nature.
To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.
There was a much more self-destructive nature in 'Appetite.' It was a going-for-it-at-all-cost thing that worked then.
We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.
