Joan Miro Quotes

Nature is my main source of inspiration - I will never stop taking hints from what I call 'the greatest artist'

The elms of New England! They are as much a part of her beauty as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory of its architecture.

A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying Him.... The more a tree is like itself, the more it is like Him.

I love to study the many things that grow below the corn stalks and bring them back to the studio to study the color. If one could only catch that true color of nature - the very thought of it drives me mad.

Only as far as the masters of the world have called in nature to their aid, can they reach the height of magnificence. This is the meaning of their hanging-gardens, villas, garden-houses, islands, parks, and preserves.

I am not an enthusiast when it comes to cities, preferring rolling scenery, wildlife and stars to museums, monuments, architecture and traffic.

Architecture is a code. It's a pure code, derived from the dimensions of nature.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

The rugged trees are mingling Their flowery sprays in love; The ivy climbs the laurel To clasp the boughs above.

This feels good being back in Michigan. You know, the trees are the right height.

"One impulse from a vernal wood

Nature in no case cometh short of art, for the arts are copiers of natural forms.

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

Watch the unending activity of the flowing stream or the growing tree. See the breakers of the ocean, the unceasing movements of the earth, the planets, the sun and the stars. All creation is life, movement, work.

One frequently only finds out how really beautiful a really beautiful woman is after considerable acquaintance with her; and the rule applies to Niagara Falls, to majestic mountains, and to mosques-especially to mosques.

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.

The sea, the stars, the night wind in waste places, mean more to me than even the human beings I love best.

A tree is a nobler object than a prince in his coronation-robes.

There are no grotesques in nature; not anything framed to fill up empty cantons, and unnecessary spaces.

Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.

Forests were the first temples of the Divinity, and it is in the forests that men have grasped the first idea of architecture.

I’m interested in natural growth patterns, and the beautiful forms that only nature creates. How that flows through me and how that comes out is what I’m trying to understand.

They never exhale, the trees; on a very windy day, they rustle and inhale, and then the leaves and the branches all tremble as though something means to strangle the life from them. The sky watches on. The world is filled with anticipation, as if to wonder if this day will be a great day, or a horrible day, or the last day.

Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.

The Big Tree is Nature's forest masterpiece, and so far as I know, the greatest of living things.