Organic buildings are the strength and lightness of the spiders' spinning, buildings qualified by light, bred by native character to environment, married to the ground.

Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.

During all these years there existed within me a tendency to follow Nature in her walks.

Perhaps nature is our best assurance of immortality.

In the same way the sun never grows weary of shining, nor a stream of flowing, it is God's nature to keep His promises. Therefore, go immediately to His throne and say, 'Do as You promised.'

Nature study will show you how full of beautiful and wonderful things God has made the world for you to enjoy. Be contented with what you have got and make the best of it. Look on the bright side of...

Japan, not only a mega - busy city that thrives on electronics and efficiency, actually has an almost sacred appreciation of nature. One must travel outside of Tokyo to truly experience the 'old...

I know that my image and my clothing and my output are very colorful and can be arresting and startling in some respects. That is the nature of my work, but I am a simple farm boy, and I am very calm...

Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.

Looking back, there is nothing wrong with that peace, love and equality that the hippies espoused. In many ways, we have regressed because they were into organic food, back to nature, make love not...

The beach is a natural park, without the greenery but the sand is a natural toy.

Woodman spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me And I'll protect it now.

Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Oft when the white still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

I get up and I bless the light thin clouds and the first twittering of birds and the breathing air and smiling face of the hills.

The tulip is among flowers what the peacock is among birds. A tulip lacks scent a peacock has an unpleasant voice. The one takes pride in its garb the other in its tail.

Is heaven more beautiful than the country of the muskox in summer when sometimes the mist blows over the lakes and sometimes the water is blue and the loons cry very often?

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless peacocks and lilies for instance.

The air was fresh and crisp and had a distinct smell which was a mixture of the dried leaves on the ground and the smoke from the chimneys and the sweet ripe apples that were still clinging onto the...

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable... the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street... by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

Grandma Hutto's flower garden was a bright patchwork quilt thrown down inside the pickets.

Maybe nature is like you and me. It works like all of us. If the weather changes all the time, then it must be on duty. On this cold day winter has started its shift therefore let us leave it to do...

Pescatore marveled at the seascape. It gave him vertigo. The wind deployed cloud formations. The sun seared the Moroccan coastline. He had read a line once about "the lion-colored hills of Africa."...

The land is always there... it is you who has to return

The waves lie on the beach

That's the moon,' I said. 'Gran likes it like that,' said Lettie Hempstock. 'But it was a crescent moon yesterday. And now it's full. And it was raining. It is raining. But now it's not.' 'Gran likes...

Let us freely walk in the countryside, like a horse peacefully walking towards sunset without any particular purpose!

In the distance, mongrel dogs were howling out the coyote portion of their ancestry. All the sounds of the night seemed to pass through a hollow tunnel of indefinite length.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.