Quotes About Harmony

To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow

No specification is necessary—to add or subtract or divide is in vain. Little or big, learned or unlearned, white or black, legal or illegal, sick or well, from the first inspiration down the windpipe to the last expiration out of it, all that a male or female does that is vigorous and benevolent and clean is so much sure profit to him or her in the unshakable order of the universe and through the whole scope of it for ever.

I do not call one greater and one smaller, that which fills it period and place is equal to any.

I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.

Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their poets shall.

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

The spirit receives from the body just as much as it gives to the body, if not more.

I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.

What ever satisfies the soul is truth.

I hear the sound I love, the sound of the human voice, I hear all sounds running together, combined, fused, flowing, sounds of the city, sounds out of the city, sounds of the day and night.

Crezco por igual en las regiones vastas y en las estrechas, crezco por igual entren los negros y los blancos.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars...

In the swamp, in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary, the thrush, The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song.

the old name absorbs into me—MANNAHATTA, the place encircled by many swift tides and sparkling waters.

How beautiful and perfect are the animals! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!

I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize

O all and each well-loved by me! my intrepid nations!

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valvèd voice.

Én vagyok az, akinek fáj a szerelmes szerelem; Vonz a föld? Nem fájva vonz-e minden anyag minden anyagot? Az én testem is így van mindennel, ami útjába kerül, vagy amit megismer.

Were you thinking that those were the words, those upright lines? those curves, angles, dots? No, those are not the words, the substantial words are in the ground and sea, They are in the air, they are in you.

After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains. (As quoted by Richard Powers in The Echo Maker)

Languages are not strangers to on another.

Thus there is in the life of a collector a dialectical tensions between the poles of disorder and order.