To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

A diplomatic solution that puts significant and verifiable constraints on Iran’s nuclear program represents the best and most sustainable chance to ensure that America, Israel, the entire Middle East will never be menaced by a nuclear-armed Iran.

We have to rethink our whole energy approach, which is hard to do because we’re so dependent on oil, not just for fuel but also plastic. If plastic vanished, there would be total chaos. We have to think quite carefully about using oil and its derivatives, because it’s not going to be around forever.

Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.

Even though I write about the human race, the further away from them, the better I feel. Two miles is great; two thousand miles is beautiful.

Man and animals are in reality vehicles and conduits of food, tombs of animals, hostels of Death, coverings that consume, deriving life by the death of others.

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

I often visited a particular plant four or five miles distant, half a dozen times within a fortnight, that I might know exactly when it opened.

I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.

Taking bold action on climate change simply makes good business sense. It’s also the right thing to do for people and the planet. Setting a net-zero GHG emissions target by 2050 will drive innovation, grow jobs, build prosperity, and secure a better world for what will soon be 9 billion people.

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

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.

At ev’ry word a reputation dies.

We all dream. We dream vividly, depending on our nature. Our existence is beyond our explanation, whether we believe in God or we have religion or we’re atheist.

The human animal originally came from out-of-doors. When spring begins to move in his bones, he just must get out again. Moreover, as civilization, cement pavements, office buildings, radios have overwhelmed us, the need for regeneration has increased, and the impulses are even stronger.

Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

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.

It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with the insects and the leaping frog and the owl that hoots among the hills calling for its mate. We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.

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.

Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.

Economists treat economics as if it is a pure science divorced from the facts of life. The result of this false accountancy is a willful confusion under cover of which industry wreaks its havoc scot-free and ignores the environmental cost.

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close, tingling touch with them, and then look broad.

The earth laughs in flowers.

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

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

I think that I do feel that my nature is to express what this self, this particular self at this time, experiences in the world. And that is so organic – I use this metaphor a lot but I’ll use it again – it’s like a pine tree producing pine cones, or a blackberry bush producing blackberries – it’s just what happens with this being, now.

Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.

It appears to be a law that you cannot have a deep sympathy with both man and nature.

O! Let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven; keep me in temper; I would not be mad!

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

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

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.

By stopping flying, you don’t only reduce your own carbon footprint but also that sends a signal to other people around you that the climate crisis is a real thing and that helps push a political movement.

I just think cities are unnatural, basically. I know there are people who live happily in them, and I have cities that I love, too. But it’s a disaster that we have moved so far from nature.

Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.

How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation’s braggart lords.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

Water is the driving force of all nature.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass.

Nature has always had more force than education.

I don’t think I’ve ever read poetry, ever. I’m not really book-smart.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don’t see what goes on underground – as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don’t see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.

If we depend for our happiness on another, on society or on environment, they become essential to us; we cling to them, and any alteration of these we violently oppose because we depend upon them for our psychological security and comfort.

All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsions, habit, reason, passion, desire.

Disease is the retribution of outraged Nature.

Storms make trees take deeper roots.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

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

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

Gain may be temporary and uncertain; but ever while you live, expense is constant and certain: and it is easier to build two chimneys than to keep one in fuel.

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.

Nothing exists from whose nature some effect does not follow.

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

If I’m the people’s poet, then I ought to be in people’s hands – and, I hope, in their heart.

The pagan loves the earth in order to enjoy it and confine himself within it; the Christian in order to make it purer and draw from it the strength to escape from it.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

In energy, you have to plan and do research way in advance, sometimes decades in advance to get a new system that’s safer, doesn’t require us to go around the world to get all our oil.