Quotes About Creation

Each tender soul, with sentimental power, Sucks melancholy food from your creation; And now in this, now that, the leaven works. For each beholds what in his bosom lurks.

Is it Mind that works and creates what's ours?

Vorbei! ein dummes Wort. Warum vorbei? Vorbei und reines Nicht, vollkommnes Einerlei. Was soll uns denn das ew'ge Schaffen, Geschaffenes zu nichts hinwegzuraffen? Da ist's vorbei! Was ist daran zu lesen? Es ist so gut als wär es nicht gewesen, Und treibt sich doch im Kreis als wenn es wäre. Ich liebte mir dafür das Ewig-Leere.

Was gibt uns wohl den schönsten Frieden, Als frei am eignen Glück zu schmieden

When God created us, he founded His living nature for our home; But you sit in this gloom, surrounded By mildred skull and arid bone.

The skill to mold the material into what we want must be learned and attentively cultivated.

Ihr Schauspiel ist immer neu, weil sie immer neue Zuschauer schafft. Leben ist ihre schönste Erfindung und der Tod ist ihr Kunstgriff, viel Leben zu haben.

Die Natur Ihr Schauspiel ist immer neu, weil sie immer neue Zuschauer schafft. Leben ist ihre schönste Erfindung und der Tod ist ihr Kunstgriff, viel Leben zu haben.

She [nature] is the sole artist, creating extreme contrast out of the simplest material, the greatest perfection seemingly without effort, the most definite clarity always veiled with a touch of softness. Each of her works has its own being, each of her phenomena its separate idea, and yet all create a single whole.

Schöpft des Dichters reine Hand,. Wasser wird sich ballen. __Lied und Gebilde

Seh ich die Werke der Meister an, So seh ich das, was sie getan; Betracht ich meine Siebensacahen, Seh ich, was ich hätt sollen machen.

I wrote the book almost unconsciously, like a somnambulist, and was amazed when I realized what I had done.

Wer aber soll hausen in jenen Welten, wenn sie bewohnt sein sollten? ... Sind wir oder sie die Herren des Alls? ... Und ist dies alles dem Menschen gemacht?

The soul is created in a place between Time and Eternity with its highest powers it touches Eternity, with its lower Time.

Nature is God's greatest evangelist.

Am I th'abandon'd orphan of blind chance; Dropt by wild atoms in disorder'd dance? Or from an endless chain of causes wrought? And of unthinking substance, born with thought?

For wisest ends this universal Power Gave appetites, from whose quick impulse life Subsists, by which we only live, all life Insipid else, unactive, unenjoy'd. Hence to this peopled earth, which, that extinct, That flame for propagation, soon would roll A lifeless mass, and vainly cumber heaven.

I don't look on poetry as closed works. I feel they're going on all the time in my head and I occasionally snip off a length.

If one could conclude as to the nature of the Creator from a study of his creation it would appear that God has a special fondness for stars and beetles.

If you look at practically anyone - I mean, I find this more and more - the more you look at people the more you find that they've actually manufactured themselves. People whose names that you know. I meet lots of people in my ordinary life, away from writing, who seem to be authentic, who seem to know where they've come from and who they are, but anyone that I deal with in, if you like, my profession, we all seem to have made ourselves. I think artists are all self-made.

Given the world that he created, it would be an impiety against God to believe in him.

History is concerned primarily with human phenomena, not with natural; and history is doubly human because, as an idea, it is man's creation, challenging him to transcend the limits of information about himself and to discover what he is by finding meaning in what he has done. In short, it is man's commentary on man.

I have remarked elsewhere that I regard the Almighty as not a bad novelist, except that He is a realist.

The first step towards building an alternative world has to be a refusal of the world-picture implanted in our minds.