If it is the greatest truth that you seek, the plants can direct you.
The miller imagines that the corn grows only to make his mill turn.
My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.
Belief is not the beginning of knowledge - it is the end.
Nature is, after all, the only book that offers important content on every page.
Nature is beneficent. I praise her and all her works. She is silent and wise. She is cunning, but for good ends. She has brought me here and will also lead me away. She may scold me, but she will not hate her work. I trust her.