The sea is mother-death, and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

Attend to earth,
for it is to earth that kings are truly wedded.

Man’s great mission is not to conquer nature by main force but to cooperate with her intelligently but lovingly for his own purposes.

It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

The planet keeps to the astronomer’s timetable, but the wind still bloweth almost where it listeth.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature; and the error is ineradicable.

There is a time to battle against nature, and a time to obey her. True wisdom lies in making the right choice.

Conjecturing a Climate
Of unsuspended Suns –
Adds poignancy to Winter

The oldest voice in the world is the wind.

In tampering with the earth, we tamper with a mystery.

Don’t you find it a beautiful clean thought, a world empty of people, just uninterrupted grass, and a hare sitting up?

It’s only the futility of the first flood that prevents God from sending a second.

Nature never jests.