Hence poetry is something more philosophic and of graver import than history, since its statements are rather of the nature of universals, whereas those of history are singulars.
Power doesn't back up in the face of a smile, or in the face of a threat of some kind of nonviolent loving action. It's not the nature of power to back up in the face of anything but some more power.
For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature cannot be fooled.
The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them.
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains.
Dear God! how beauty varies in nature and art. In a woman the flesh must be like marble in a statue the marble must be like flesh.
Trust and value your own divinity as well as your connection to nature. Seeing God's work everywhere will be your reward.
It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.
Americans are apocalyptic by nature. The reason why is that we've always had so much, so we live in deadly fear that people are going to take it away from us.
I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream.
Suffering by nature or chance never seems so painful as suffering inflicted on us by the arbitrary will of another.
Eventually we'll be able to sequence the human genome and replicate how nature did intelligence in a carbon-based system.
Then not only custom, but also nature affirms that to do is more disgraceful than to suffer injustice, and that justice is equality.
When man becomes reconciled to nature, when space becomes his true background, these words and concepts will have lost their meaning, and we will no longer have to use them.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
