It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

An architect should live as little in cities as a painter. Send him to our hills, and let him study there what nature understands by a buttress, and what by a dome.

Nothing on this earth is standing still. It’s either growing or it’s dying. No matter if it’s a tree or a human being.

To explain all nature is too difficult a task for any one man or even for any one age. ‚Tis much better to do a little with certainty & leave the rest for others that come after you.

Americans have the right and advantage of being armed – unlike the citizens of other countries whose governments are afraid to trust the people with arms.

The more you stay in this kind of job, the more you realize that a public figure, a major public figure, is a lonely man.

Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

I don’t believe in an outside agent that creates the world, then walks away. But I feel very strongly there is an intelligence at work in every flower, in every blade of grass, in every cell of my body. And it is that intelligence that, I wouldn’t say created the universe. It is creating the universe. It’s an ongoing process.

If someone attacks me, and they want to punch or kick me, I can just run away. They’re not holding onto me. I can get away from them.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

Nature is relentless and unchangeable, and it is indifferent as to whether its hidden reasons and actions are understandable to man or not.

It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.

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.

Everything in excess is opposed to nature.

I’m crepuscular.

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

I’m more of a realist when it comes to life, and I’d much rather my mother be in a spiritual place in Heaven than in a bed, sick, fighting for her life.

Sometimes if you want to get rid of the gun, you have to pick the gun up.

Nature teaches us that tens of billions of light years may have passed, and life in all of its expressions has always been subjected to an incredible combination of matter and radiation.

When I was in college my girl got me a job at the doctor’s office she was working at. I was a file clerk. No disrespect but I don’t think a man can do that job. It takes so much meticulous and precise file-keeping.

It was morning; through the high window I saw the pure, bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy, as if it had special plans, and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

I got a job when I was 15 because my allowance was about $20 a week which in New York was impossible. So I used to waitress across the street from where I grew up.

The biggest thing is just routine. I think that’s the biggest correlation between golfers and basketball players.

Have you ever watched a crab on the shore crawling backward in search of the Atlantic Ocean, and missing? That’s the way the mind of man operates.

Joy in looking and comprehending is nature’s most beautiful gift.

Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.

I read about eight newspapers in a day. When I’m in a town with only one newspaper, I read it eight times.

We’ve climbed the mighty mountain. I see the valley below, and it’s a valley of peace.

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it ‚the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.‘ The mere imitation, however accurate, of what is in Nature, entitles no man to the sacred name of ‚Artist.‘

It is the nature of all greatness not to be exact.

As the poet said, ‚Only God can make a tree,‘ probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

To such an extent does nature delight and abound in variety that among her trees there is not one plant to be found which is exactly like another; and not only among the plants, but among the boughs, the leaves and the fruits, you will not find one which is exactly similar to another.

All nature is but art unknown to thee.

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.

For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day, so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all.

I have just returned from visiting the Marines at the front, and there is not a finer fighting organization in the world!

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.

All the world lies warm in one heart, yet the Sierra seems to get more light than other mountains. The weather is mostly sunshine embellished with magnificent storms, and nearly everything shines from base to summit – the rocks, streams, lakes, glaciers, irised falls, and the forests of silver fir and silver pine.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.

I do the same exercises I did 50 years ago and they still work. I eat the same food I ate 50 years ago and it still works.

One can find so many pains when the rain is falling.

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

He who looks the higher is the more highly distinguished, and turning over the great book of nature (which is the proper object of philosophy) is the way to elevate one’s gaze.

Everybody has a job to do. There are people in Iraq on both sides of this war who do what they do for religious reasons, and they feel with God on their side. Some people are good at annihilating people. Maybe that’s their gift.

The pencil of the Holy Ghost hath labored more in describing the afflictions of Job than the felicities of Solomon.

The nature of the human mind is such that unless it is stimulated by images of things acting upon it from without, all remembrance of them passes easily away.

The thought of being President frightens me and I do not think I want the job.

Yes, we’ve still got more work to do. More work to do for every American still in need of a good job or a raise, paid leave or a decent retirement; for every child who needs a sturdier ladder out of poverty or a world-class education; for everyone who has not yet felt the progress of these past seven and a half years.

To do the same thing over and over again is not only boredom: it is to be controlled by rather than to control what you do.

There is no more miserable human being than one in whom nothing is habitual but indecision.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Every natural object is a conductor of divinity and only by coming into contact with them… may we be filled with the Holy Ghost.

Sonny Liston is nothing. The man can’t talk. The man can’t fight. The man needs talking lessons. The man needs boxing lessons. And since he’s gonna fight me, he needs falling lessons.

No freeman shall be debarred the use of arms.

God Almighty first planted a garden. And indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures.