Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, ‚convulsions of nature,‘ etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God’s love.

Man can hardly even recognize the devils of his own creation.

Women are considered deep – why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.

One must marry one’s feelings to one’s beliefs and ideas. That is probably the only way to achieve a measure of harmony in one’s life.

Humanity at the centre of the primates, Homo sapiens, in humanity, is the end-product of a gradual work of creation, the successive sketches for which still surround us on every side.

God made me and broke the mold.

I am a nuclear physicist by training and a deeply committed Christian. I don’t have any doubt in my own mind about God who created the entire universe. But I don’t adhere to passages that so and so was created 4,000 years before Christ, and things of that kind.

What I’ve discovered is that in art, as in music, there’s a lot of truth-and then there’s a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It’s the moment that the audience falls in love.

So what is discord at one level of your being is harmony at another level.

In writing, I apply my feminine side and respect the mystery involved in creation.

I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.

I always hated how I looked on camera. I never put a face to my music, which actually made the music that much more mysterious.

My interest in creating anything is that it be useful.

It must be quite mysterious to some people why I bother to carry on. Because, you know, I don’t sell that many records.

I believe that some of us who were kept by God a long while before we found Him love Him better perhaps than we should have done if we had received Him directly, and we can preach better to others – we can speak more of His loving-kindness and tender mercy.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Defending peace is the duty of all.

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

For, if a good speaker, never so eloquent, does not see into the fact, and is not speaking the truth of that – is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

Science predicts that many different kinds of universe will be spontaneously created out of nothing. It is a matter of chance which we are in.

While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God’s creation.

This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.

We’re a diverse society, and I think the TV is doing a great job in showing that we’re all human beings, that we can all get along, that we can all be together, and I think that’s a marvelous thing.

To create something you must be something.

How to play music may be known. At the commencement of the piece, all the parts should sound together. As it proceeds, they should be in harmony while severally distinct and flowing without break, and thus on to the conclusion.

I have seen many storms in my life. Most storms have caught me by surprise, so I had to learn very quickly to look further and understand that I am not capable of controlling the weather, to exercise the art of patience and to respect the fury of nature.

If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together.

I wanted to only create a great perfume, not any perfume that would sell, but a great artistic one that the fans would not feel cheated by.

Creation is a miracle of daily recurrence. ‚A miracle a minute‘ would not be a bad slogan for God.

Couples are wholes and not wholes, what agrees disagrees, the concordant is discordant. From all things one and from one all things.

Writing is such a strange, utterly mysterious process. First, there was nothing; then, suddenly, there was something. I don’t know where thoughts are born. Where the hell does it come from? I don’t know. I really don’t know.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is harmony in the house; when there is harmony in the house, there is order in the nation; when there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

Europe has what we do not have yet, a sense of the mysterious and inexorable limits of life, a sense, in a word, of tragedy. And we have what they sorely need: a sense of life’s possibilities.

Helped are those who create anything at all, for they shall relive the thrill of their own conception and realize a partnership in the creation of the Universe that keeps them responsible and cheerful.

Music, the greatest good that mortals know and all of heaven we have hear below.

Secrecy is the element of all goodness; even virtue, even beauty is mysterious.

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

The art of living well and the art of dying well are one.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.

Where there is righteousness in the heart, there is beauty in the character. When there is beauty in the character, there is harmony in the home. When there is harmony in the home, there is order in the nation. When there is order in the nation, there is peace in the world.

He who lives in harmony with himself lives in harmony with the universe.

If an eloquent speaker speak not the truth, is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

Storms make trees take deeper roots.

No greater thing is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

Elegance is usually confused with superficiality, fashion, lack of depth. This is a serious mistake: human beings need to have elegance in their actions and in their posture because this word is synonymous with good taste, amiability, equilibrium and harmony.

Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.

Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.

Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society, even when perfect, is but a jungle. This is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.

It’s like the Wild West, the Internet. There are no rules.

The root of this possibility of doing good – that we all have – is in creation.

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.

I am two with nature.

I think that God, in creating man, somewhat overestimated his ability.