The method of nature: who could ever analyze it?

A man is a method, a progressive arrangement, a selecting principle, gathering his like unto him wherever he goes. What you are comes to you.

Nature encourages no looseness, pardons no errors.

A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and virtue, will purge the eyes to understanding her text.

Nothing is rich but the inexhaustible wealth of nature. She shows us only surfaces, but she is a million fathoms deep.

Nature... She pardons no mistakes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.