All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.
Johann Wolfgang Von GoetheRead
Nature does not suffer her veil to be taken from her, and what she does not choose to reveal to the spirit, thou wilt not wrest from her by levers and screws.
Interpretation
Nature keeps its mysteries hidden and does not allow them to be forcibly extracted by human means.
This quote by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe suggests that nature is an entity that retains its secrets and beauty, not allowing humanity to dissect or uncover its true essence through sheer force or mechanical means. It highlights the respect and humility needed when engaging with the natural world, emphasizing that some truths must be revealed to us rather than being forcibly extracted.
In practice
This quote could be used in a presentation on environmental conservation to emphasize the respect we must have for the natural world.
All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own.
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I am amazed to see how deliberately I have entangled myself step by step. To have seen my position so clearly, and yet to have acted so like a child!
Seldom in the business and transactions of ordinary life, do we find the sympathy we want.
Know thyself? If I knew myself I would run away.
The garden is a living, pulsing, singing, scratching, warring, erotic, and generally rowdy thing. I may find peace in its midst, but I regard it as a whole with many parts, a plural organism.
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It is a real wilderness, and those who go there should not feel too safe.
I listen to the summer symphony outside my window. Truthfully, it's not a symphony at all. There's no tune, no melody, only the same notes over and over. Chirps and tweets and trills and burples. It's as if the insect orchestra is forever tuning its instruments, forever waiting for the maestro to tap his baton and bring them to order. I, for one, hope the maestro never comes. I love the music mess of it.
Plants of great vigor will almost always struggle into blossom, despite impediments. But there should be encouragement, and a free genial atmosphere for those of more timid sort, fair play for each in its own kind.
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