Quotes About Perspective

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

The poet judges not as a judge judges but as the sun falling around a helpless thing.

I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers, And I become the other dreamers.

One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, / And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten / million years, / I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.

The poet is individual—he is complete in himself: the others are as good as he; only he sees it, and they do not.

And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier. If no other in the world be aware I sit content, and if each and all be aware I sit content.

Studying life, eh! Let him take care, studying human life is looking at the stars. If you look too close, there is a dazzle.

Agonies are one of my changes of garments; I do not ask the wounded person how he feels . . . . I myself become the wounded person, My hurt turns livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.

Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?

You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books,You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.

Stronger Lessons Have you learn'd lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learn'd great lessons from those who reject you, and brace themselves against you? or who treat you with contempt, or dispute the passage with you?

After all, the great lesson is that no special natural sights---not Alps, Niagara, Yosemite or anything else---is more grand or more beautiful than the ordinary sunrise and sunset, earth and sky, the common trees and grass.

Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less       important than I thought

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it; Did you think it was in the white or gray stone? or the lines of the arches and cornices?

O I see life is not short but immeasurably long -from Myself and Mine

All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening to me.

Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetical stuff most need poets

The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the young.

they may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

Have you learned lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Have you not learned great lessons from those who braced themselves against you, and disputed the passage with you?

All architecture is what you do to it when you look upon it;

Es bringt uns nämlich nicht weiter, die rätselhafte Seite am Rätselhaften pathetisch oder fanatisch zu unterstreichen; vielmehr durchdringen wir das Geheimnis nur in dem Grade, als wir es im Alltäglichen wiederfinden, kraft einer dialektischen Optik, die das Alltägliche als undurchdringlich, das Undurchdringliche als alltäglich erkennt...

It is reasonable to assume that it is just as hard for rich people grown poor to believe in their poverty as it is for poor people turned rich to believe in their wealth; the former seem carried away by a recklessness of which they are totally unaware, the latter seem possessed by a stinginess which actually is nothing but the old ingrained fear of what the next day may bring.