Here take back the stuff that I am, nature, knead it back into the dough of being, make of me a bush, a cloud, whatever you will, even a man, only no longer make me me.

Many artists and scholars have pointed out that ultimately art depends on human nature.

The noble simplicity in the works of nature only too often originates in the noble shortsightedness of him who observes it.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.