Quotes About Creation

The end will be what it will be. The object is intense living, fulfillment; the great happiness in creation.

Some one has defined a work of art as a "thing beautifully done." I like it better if we cut away the adverb and preserve the word "done," and let it stand alone in its fullest meaning. Things are not done beautifully. The beauty is an integral part of their being done.

The object is not to make art, but to be in the wonderful state which makes art inevitable.

Art need not be intended. It comes inevitably as the tree from the root, the branch from the trunk, the blossom from the twig. None of these forget the present in looking backward or forward. They are occupied wholly with the fulfillment of their own existence.

It is a creation of your own mind, not the model. The model is dependent on your idea of her. Your canvas should be a thing created under the influence of her.

The object, which is back of every true work of art, is the attainment of a state of being, a state of high functioning, a more than ordinary moment of existence... We make our discoveries while in the state because then we are clear-sighted.

The firmament payntit with sternis cleirFrom eist to west rolland in cirkill round,And everilk planet in his proper spheir,In moving makand harmonie and sound;The fyre, the air, the watter, and the ground—Till understand it is aneuch, I wis,That God in all His werkis wittie is.

You can make anything out of anything.

For where men have made the earth that is trodden underfoot, and have largely veiled the heavens themselves, it is but natural that they should think that they have made everything, and that it is they who rule it.

Kahn once said, "The creation of art is not the fulfillment of a need but the creation of a need. The world never needed Beethoven's Fifth Symphony until he created it. Now we could not live without it.

The Christian, when he had calmed down sufficiently, admitted that the riddle was good. "I have created something cleverer than myself," he cried.' Here Yoll interrupted himself. 'I do not understand his astonishment, for who has not heard of a storyteller who is stupider than the story he invents?

This one went unusually smoothly. When I finished it, I remarked to a friend that I felt like an engineer who had designed a machine and then sat back and realized it did everything I'd set out to do. Which made him say, quite emphatically, "No engineer has ever felt this.

The great successful men of the world have used their imagination...they think ahead and create their mental picture in all it details, filling in here, adding a little there, altering this a bit and that a bit, but steadily building--steadily building.

O Lord my God, when I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made; I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork. – Psalm 19:1

Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world. It controls our thoughts, minds, hearts, and spirits . . . . A person who . . . does not regard music as a marvelous creation of God . . . does not deserve to be called a human being; he should be permitted to hear nothing but the braying of asses and the grunting of hogs.

For the world is Mine, and all its fullness. – Psalm 50:12

He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name. – Psalm 147:4

Praise Him, sun and moon . . . fire and hail, snow and clouds . . . mountains . . . cattle . . . creeping things and flying fowl . . . all peoples. . . . Let them praise the name of the Lord. – from Psalm 148

As the clay is in the potter's hand, so are you in My hand. – Jeremiah 18:6

For the beauty of the earth For the glory of the skies, For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies. Lord of all to Thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise. For the beauty of each hour, Of the day and of the night, Hill and vale, and tree and flower, Sun and moon, and stars of light. Lord of all to Thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.

For we are His creation—created

The billions of flowers blooming around the globe are preachers with a single message: "Don't worry! God cares for our needs.

God was the programmer. The laws of physics and the fundamental constants were the source code.