Quotes About Perspective

Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath: And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die

Both read the Bible day and night, But thou read'st black where I read white.

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

Every harlot was a virgin once

May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.

The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding may by Thieving from Others become a Mich Angelo.

Than you'll see the world as it is : infinte.

Love seeketh not Itself to please Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.' So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: 'Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.

All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hells despair. So sang a little Clod of Clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet; But a Pebble of the brook, Warbled out these metres meet. Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight: Joys in anothers loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heavens despite. - The Clod and the Pebble

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun.

If others had not been foolish, we should be so.

Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives it ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair. So sang a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven's despite. THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE

Little fly thy summers play my thoughtless hand has brushed away am not I a fly like thee, art not thou a man like me? for I dance and drink and sing til some blind hand shall brush my wing

He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way… As a man is, so he sees.

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