Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

So Nature deals with us, and takes awayOur playthings one by one, and by the handLeads us to rest.

Resolve, and thou art free. But breathe the airOf mountains, and their unapproachable summitsWill lift thee to the level of themselves.

The natural alone is permanent.

'Tis always morning somewhere, and aboveThe awakening continents, from shore to shore,Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.

All things are symbols: the external shows Of Nature have their image in the mind , As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves.

All nature ... is a respiration Of the Spirit of God, who, in breathing hereafter Will inhale it into his bosom again, So that nothing but God alone will remain.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.