Quotes About Harmony

Human beings were made to interact with growing things, not to be born, live, and die in the midst of concrete set in the middle of polluted air!

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of eye and mind for symmetry, harmony, and order.

The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.

I am for the woods against the world,But are the woods for me?

Good order is the foundation of all things.

Faith and joy are the ascensive forces of song.

I must achieve internal consistency.

All that in this delightful garden grows,Should happy be, and have immortal bliss.

The woods shall to me answer, and my Echo ring.

For love is a celestial harmony Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent, Which join together in sweet sympathy, To work each other's joy and true content, Which they have harbour'd since their first descent Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see And know each other here belov'd to be.

So all we knowOf what they do aboveIs that they happy are, and that they love.

There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emerald.

Let us forget such words, and all they mean, as Hatred, Bitterness and Rancor, Greed, Intolerance, Bigotry. Let us renew our faith and pledge to Man, his right to be Himself, and free.

There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.

GENNARO 'A sta guerra ccà se torna buone… Ca nun se vo' fa' male a nisciuno…»

Nunca pude soportar ver salir el sol después de una tormenta. Mi idea de un día de lluvia es que debe llover hasta la noche. Que el sol salga a la mañana siguiente, vaya y pase, pero ¿así?... Que el sol interrumpa donde nadie lo llama... En los días de lluvia el sol es un intruso imperdonable

The domination of nature leads to the domination of human nature.

All living things on earth are kindred.

Balance, that's the secret. Moderate extremism. The best of both worlds.

I try to think of a favorite among my arid-country flowers. But I love them all. How could we be true to one without being false to all the others?

Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful.

Each thing in its way, when true to its own character, is equally beautiful. (p 41)

Balance, that's the secret. Moderate extremism. The best of both worlds.

All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.