All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God.
Be thou what thou singly art and personate only thyself. Swim smoothly in the stream of thy nature and live but one man.
Art is the perfection of nature, ... nature is the art of God.
What then is the wisdom of the times called old? Is it the wisdom of gray hairs? No. It is the wisdom of the cradle.
Nature proceeds little by little from things lifeless to animal life in such a way that it is impossible to determine the exact line ure hath made one world, and art another. In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the Art of God.
