Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.
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The conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any
end, is art.
The conscious utterance of thought, by speech or action, to any
end, is art.
No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.
No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that read more
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
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At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill
And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, read more
All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that read more
There are mystically in our faces certain characters which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherin he that cannot read A, B, C may read our natures.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.
