My garden, like my life, seems to me every year to want correction and require alternation.
All nature is but art unknown to thee.
All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
A God without dominion, providence, and final causes, is nothing else but fate and nature.
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night. God said, 'Let Newton be!' and all was light.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.
Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!
The learned is happy, nature to explore; The fool is happy, that he knows no more.
And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.