Quotes About Harmony

A. A violent order is disorder; andB. A great disorder is an order. TheseTwo things are one.

Just as my fingers on these keysMake music, so the self-same soundsOn my spirit make a music, too.

Booming and booming of the new-come bee.

I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.

God and the imagination are one.

A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.

Then the sea and heaven rolled as one and from the two came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.

Her green mind made the world around her green.

A man and a woman Are one. A man and a woman and a blackbird Are one.

I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendos The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

We live in an old chaos of the sun.

The imperfect is our paradise.

Truth needs no label: it is neither Buddhist, Christian, Hindu nor Muslim. It is not the monopoly of anybody. Sectarian labels are a hindrance to the independent understanding of Truth, and they produce harmful prejudices in people's minds.

You can't just let nature run wild.

In this dark, when we all talk at once, some of us must learn to whistle.

This is what you should do; love the Earth and sun and the animals...

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

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.

I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self-contained.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what I assume you shall assume,For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.