Nature and Elements

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.

When I play with my cat, who knows if I am not more of a pastime to her than she is to me?

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.

The universe is merely a fleeting idea in God’s mind—a pretty uncomfortable thought, particularly if you’ve just made a down payment on a house.

The repetition in nature may not be a mere recurrence. It may be a theatrical “encore.”

Repetition is the only form of permanence that nature can achieve.

Let us a little permit nature to take her own way; she better understands her own affairs than we.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

I don’t see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The experience of drought and dust storms remains central to the psychology of the prairie west; more than the intermittent affluence of postwar decades, it tints a westerner’s outlook on life. He continues to live in next year country, where he smokes a pack of hope a day.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees / Rock’d in the cradle of the western breeze.

April hath put a spirit of youth in every thing.

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

One of the most striking differences between a cat and a lie is that a cat has only nine lives.

If the stars should appear just one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore!

Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.