I’m definitely a Polaroid camera girl. For me, what I’m really excited about is bringing back the artistry and the nature of Polaroid.

Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are, and to make new things like them.

It is the nature of every person to error, but only the fool perseveres in error.

The least movement is of importance to all nature. The entire ocean is affected by a pebble.

When we go out to the country and just sit there, what we’re really doing is just switching off various kinds of alertness that we don’t have to use. When we do that, we are stopping being defensive. We are no longer shutting ourselves off from different types of experiences, we are welcoming them in.

I always use the same guitar; I got this guitar years and years ago for nine pounds. It’s still got the same strings on it.

True Scouts are the best friends of animals, for from living in the woods and wilds, and practising observation and tracking, they get to know more than other people about the ways and habits of birds and animals, and therefore they understand them and are more in sympathy with them.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature’s God.

Light is the greatest disinfectant in nature and also in organizations.

I was always interested – I mean, it’s kind of part of your job – I was always interested in the camera.

I thought I would dress in baggy pants, big shoes, a cane and a derby hat. everything a contradiction: the pants baggy, the coat tight, the hat small and the shoes large.

O wise man! Give your wealth only to the worthy and never to others. The water of the sea received by the clouds is always sweet.

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Artists are losing the choice to use film. People have a love for it – the grain, how it feels, the texture.

Poetry is the key to the hieroglyphics of nature.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

The best thing is to always keep honest people around, because when you have a bunch of yes men around that know that you’re making a mistake but let you go on with it, that’s when it ruins your mind state as an artist.

To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.

From my perspective, I absolutely believe in a greater spiritual power, far greater than I am, from which I have derived strength in moments of sadness or fear. That’s what I believe, and it was very, very strong in the forest.

I think – I don’t know, maybe it’s nostalgia. But the choice, losing the choice to be able to use film is going to be – it’s gone. It’s going to be gone.

A sense of the universe, a sense of the all, the nostalgia which seizes us when confronted by nature, beauty, music – these seem to be an expectation and awareness of a Great Presence.

Everything in excess is opposed to nature.

Reality must take precedence over public relations, for nature cannot be fooled.

That which is not good for the bee-hive cannot be good for the bees.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

If you can feel that Mother Earth is in you, and you are Mother Earth, then you are not any longer afraid to die because the earth is not dying. Like a wave appears and disappears and appears again.

Modern science says: ‚The sun is the past, the earth is the present, the moon is the future.‘ From an incandescent mass we have originated, and into a frozen mass we shall turn. Merciless is the law of nature, and rapidly and irresistibly we are drawn to our doom.

Despite all I have seen and experienced, I still get the same simple thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb towards it.

I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.

I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now.

Everything is political. I will never be a politician or even think political. Me just deal with life and nature. That is the greatest thing to me.

The history of science shows that theories are perishable. With every new truth that is revealed we get a better understanding of Nature and our conceptions and views are modified.

Let us have no machine-made ornament at all; it is all bad and worthless and ugly.

Nature abhors annihilation.

When you come to see a picture of mine, I want you to know that I’m not going to do anything that will make you uncomfortable. I want you to know that you won’t be disappointed in me.

You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.

Probably because I’m from a middle class family, I have that nature in me that I don’t get too excited with big things.

See that the imagination of nature is far, far greater than the imagination of man.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature.

I believe that there are many herbs and many trees that are worth much in Europe for dyes and for medicines; but I do not know, and this causes me great sorrow. Arriving at this cape, I found the smell of the trees and flowers so delicious that it seemed the pleasantest thing in the world.

Trying to understand the way nature works involves a most terrible test of human reasoning ability. It involves subtle trickery, beautiful tightropes of logic on which one has to walk in order not to make a mistake in predicting what will happen. The quantum mechanical and the relativity ideas are examples of this.

Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask. She has long ago taken her resolution.

I didn’t go to school for a full year until I was 12. In the summer I was a wild child in the woods, with no shoes, and in the fall it was back to the city, shoe shops and school.

When you work with kids, especially, you want to be ready to turn the camera on at a moment’s notice.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature, but he is a thinking reed.

I love the natural world – it comes from my culture, which grew out of a people enslaved.

Leave it as it is. The ages have been at work on it and man can only mar it.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the wars of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

The extreme weakness of quantum gravitational effects now poses some philosophical problems; maybe nature is trying to tell us something new here: maybe we should not try to quantize gravity.

Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.

The beginning of reform is not so much to equalize property as to train the noble sort of natures not to desire more, and to prevent the lower from getting more.

I hate cameras. They are so much more sure than I am about everything.

If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.

Poets say science takes away from the beauty of the stars – mere globs of gas atoms. I, too, can see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

If you’re in a forest, the quality of the echo is very strange because echoes back off so many surfaces of all those trees that you get this strange, itchy ricochet effect.