Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once. Thomas Cole More Quotes by Thomas Cole More Quotes From Thomas Cole It was not that the jagged precipices were lofty, that the encircling woods were the dimmest shade, or that the waters were profoundly deep; but that over all, rocks, wood, and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its inmost depths. Thomas Cole rocksnaturewater It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in the other the liquid gold. Thomas Cole sunsetsoulsky We are still in Eden; the wall that shuts us out is our own ignorance and folly. Thomas Cole walledenignorance To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist. Thomas Cole poetartistperfect . . .nature is still predominant, and there are those who regret that with the improvements of cultivation the sublimity of the wilderness should pass away: for those scenes of solitude from which the hand of nature has never been lifted, affect the mind with a more deep toned emotion than aught which the hand of man has touched. Amid them the consequent associations are of God the creator-they are his undefiled works, and the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things. Thomas Cole regretnaturemen If I live to be old enough, I may sit down under some bush, the last left in the utilitarian world, and feel thankful that intellect in its march has spared one vestige of the ancient forest for me to die by. Thomas Cole environmentalriversworld How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die. Thomas Cole starstwilightnight Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths. Thomas Cole rocksnaturewater Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things. Thomas Cole solitudescenemind None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life. Thomas Cole wildernessmenhands If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry Thomas Cole paintingimaginationifs And rural nature is full of the same quickening spirit-it is, in fact, the exhaustless mine from which the poet and the painter have brought such wondrous treasures-an unfailing fountain of intellectual enjoyment, where all may drink, and be awakened to a deeper feeling of the works of genius, and a keener perception of the beauty of our existence. For those whose days are all consumed in the low pursuits of avarice, or the gaudy frivolities of fashion, unobservant of nature's loveliness, are unconscious of the harmony of creation Thomas Cole fashionnaturefeelings I never succeed in painting scenes, however beautiful, immediately upon returning from them. I must wait for a time to draw a veil over the common details. Thomas Cole waitingtimebeautiful Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there were yet a chaos. Nat, are unconscious of the harmony of creation. Thomas Cole natureperfectionart The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we find; it's something we create. Thomas Cole tenacitydiscriminationunderstanding How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new! Thomas Cole old-thingsall-aloneifs
