Nature (n.) stands nearer to our ugly, dangerous impulses than to our resistance against them.
Nature (n.) driven out with a pitchfork always comes back, said Horace, and so does repressed love.
Nature (n.) was the word a young man cried out in his frenzy; doctors blamed Goethe's essay, I preferred its sexual sense — and the youth later mutilated his genitals.
Nature (n.) is full of countless causes that never enter experience, said Leonardo; each human being is one of the experiments in which they break through.
Nature (n.) demands no renunciation of instinct; she lets us do as we like — and restricts us by destroying us, coldly, cruelly, perhaps through the very things that gave us pleasure.