Nature (n.) is the most perfect guide to a good life.
Nature (n.) abhors isolation, and ever leans upon something as a stay and support — most pleasingly, upon our closest friend.
Nature (n.) discards the blade once the ear of corn has grown, but with man she continually superadds fresh faculties without abandoning her previous gifts.
Nature (n.) is an artificial fire, proceeding in a regular way to generation — the master of all other arts.
Nature (n.) has nothing faulty in her administration: whoever tries to mend her will either make things worse or aim at impossibilities.
Nature (n.) is the chain that binds the world together, drawing every extremity toward the centre with judgment and reason.
Nature (n.) knit the human frame together and can best unfasten it, as the builder of a ship or a house can break them up more easily than anyone else.
Nature (n.) puts a limit to living as to everything else.
Nature (n.) gives us only some feeble rays of light, which we immediately put out with evil habits and erroneous opinions.
Nature (n.) cannot be too exuberant: what needs paring off was never natural.
Nature (n.) is immortal and Fortune mortal, and when they conflict in choosing a life, nature is the more stable of the two.