All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it.
Nature is the art of God.
Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars.
Music is the answer to the mystery of life. The most profound of all the arts, It expresses the deepest thoughts of life.
Every day is a fashion show and the world is the runway.
There is no beauty without some strangeness.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
I paint flowers so they will not die.
I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.
The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.
Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.
Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music.
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.
Never let a day pass without looking at some perfect work of art, hearing some great piece of music and reading, in part, some great book.
The earth is like a beautiful bride who needs no manmade jewels to heighten her loveliness...
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.
Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.