Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

Oil! Our secret god, our secret sharer, our magic wand, fulfiller of our every desire, our coconspirator, the sine qua non in all we do!

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

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

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

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

When nature is overriden, she takes her revenge.