When I investigate and when I discover that the forces of the heavens and the planets are within ourselves, then truly I seem to be living among the gods.
Can we actually "know" the universe? My God, it's hard enough finding your way around in Chinatown.
Though I have looked everywhere / I can find nothing lowly / in the universe.
Is it not careless to become too local when there are four hundred billion stars in our galaxy alone.
Without artists, the sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed.
How is it they live in such harmony the billions of stars - when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds about someone they know.
The rehabilitation of order as a universal principle, however, suggested at the same time that orderliness by itself is not sufficient to account for the nature of organized systems in general or for those created by man in particular.
Today we no longer regard the universe as the cause of our own undeserved troubles but perhaps, on the contrary, as the last refuge from the mismanagement of our earthly affairs.
I take a lot of inspiration from the nature of the universe and visualize my work as a direct or indirect reflection of life, inside and around us.
The nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things that are and to make new things like them. For everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.
This whole universe, with all its vastness, grandeur and beauty, is nothing but sheer imagination. In spite of so many discoveries, researches and scientific knowledge, the creation remains a great unsolved riddle.
Look out into the universe and contemplate the glory of God. Observe the stars, millions of them, twinkling in the night sky, all with a message of unity, part of the very nature of God.
The whole of visible universe is only a storehouse of images and signs to which the imagination assigns a place and a relative value; it is a kind of nourishment that the imagination must digest and transform.
Our universe is not a 'was' or a 'will be' system. It is an 'is' system vibrating within the 'now' measurement of time.
You can parody and make fun of almost anything, but that does not turn the universe into a caricature.
For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time.
Just as heart is a fountain of unspoken words, the universe is a womb of wonder weird worlds.
In some sense man is a microcosm of the universe; therefore what man is, is a clue to the universe. We are enfolded in the universe.
The universe is composed of an indefinite and perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries.
Man seems merely dust postponed: the sublime as an encounter – pleasurable, intoxicating, even – with human weakness in the face of strength, age and size of the universe.
The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
Sometimes I think I'm diagonally parked in a parallel universe.
In this unbelievable universe in which we live, there are no absolutes. Even parallel lines, reaching into infinity, meet somewhere yonder.
In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.
We undertake certain spiritual exercises to achieve alignment with the creative energy of the universe.
I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still.
If it's true that our species is alone in the universe, then I'd have to say the universe aimed rather low and settled for very little.
I don't pretend to understand the Universe - it's a great deal bigger than I am.
When you really think about your hand you begin to realize its connection, to sense the hum of your own being passing through it. When we look at a piece of the universe we should feel the same.
The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.
Could we reshape our universe with the thought that we are the all of Us? Would breaking free of our conditioning lead to original thought, our own individuality, therefore creating a world of harmony? If we all sing the same tune we can't have harmony.
The universe as we know it is a joint product of the observer and the observed.
I'm in tune with the right vibrations in the universe when I'm in the process of working.