The history of persecution is a history of endeavors to cheat nature, to make water run up hill, to twist a rope of sand.

All things are engaged in writing their history...Not a foot steps into the snow, or along the ground, but prints in characters more or less lasting, a map of its march. The ground is all memoranda and signatures; and every object covered over with hints. In nature, this self-registration is incessant, and the narrative is the print of the seal.

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.