Quotes About Existence

Every genuine work of art has as much reason for being as the earth and the sun.

The world we live in is but thickened light.

Life is our dictionary

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

Thinking is the function. Living is the functionary.

I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life.

I am God in nature; I am a weed by the wall.

Everything Real Is Self-Existent.

There is no great and no small To the Soul that maketh all: And where it cometh, all things are And it cometh everywhere.

Beauty is its own excuse for being.

For the existing world is not a dream, and cannot with impunity be treated as a dream; neither is it a disease; but it is the ground on which you stand, it is the mother of whom you were born.

FOR EVERY STOIC WAS A STOIC BUT WHERE IN CHRISTENDOM IS THE CHRISTIAN?

When they are real, they are not glass threads or frostwork, but the solidest thing we know.

Atom from atom yawns as far As moon from earth, or star from star.

This relation between the mind and matter is not fancied by some poet, but stands in the will of God, and so is free to be known by all men.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.

We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them.

The world thus exists to the soul to satisfy the desire of beauty. This

Standing on the bare ground,—my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,—all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God.

I become the transparent eyeball...

A day is a miniature eternity.

Man is a god in ruins.

For every stoic was a stoic; but in Christendom where is the Christian?

Four snakes gliding up and down a hollow for no purpose that I could see - not to eat, not for love, but only gliding.