All the vastness of astronomy and space and systems of suns, carried in their computation to the farthest that figures are able, and then multiplied in geometrical progression ten thousand billion fold, do no more than symbolize the reflection of the reflection, of the spark thrown off a spark, from some emanation of God.
Mark Twain (1835-1910)
American humorist and writer
I love nature partly because she is not man, but a retreat from him.
None of his institutions control or pervade her.
There is a different kind of right that prevails.
In her midst I can be glad with an entire gladness.
If this world were all man, I could not stretch myself, I should lose all hope.
He is constraint, she is freedom to me.
He makes me wish for another world.
She makes me content with this.
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
American essays, poet and practical philosopher