Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.
The gifts of nature are infinite in their variety, and mind differs from mind almost as much as body from body.
Most of us really aren’t horribly unique. There are 6 billion of us. Put ’em all in one room and very few would stand out as individuals. So maybe we ought to think of worth in terms of our ability to get along as a part of nature, rather than being the lords over nature.