Robert Frost Quotes

We live in a very chaotic world that sometimes we - it just seems like a mess. One of the reasons why we listen to music, and to great classical music in particular, is that everything is in an order and in a place and has a beauty that you see in nature, that you see and that people look for when they look for God.

Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.

Art is the triumph over chaos.

Beauty is our weapon against nature; by it we make objects, giving them limit, symmetry, proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.

So every creative act strives to attain an absolute status; it longs to create a world of beauty to triumph over chaos and convert it to order.

The aim of art is to understand and establish order, which is another form of beauty.

Art is order, made out of the chaos of life.

Beauty is not a means, not a way of furthering a thing in the world. It is a result; it belongs to ordering, to form, to aftereffect.

Music creates order out of chaos.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.

I've always been interested in art, architecture, color.

I like shaped things. I like shape in things, and I do overshape things, it's true.

Order is the shape upon which beauty depends.

A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.

One of the reasons that art is important to me is sometimes it actually feels more coherent than life. It orders the chaos.

I call architecture frozen music.

Color is for me the purest form of expression, the purest abstract reality.

There's design, and there's art. Good design is total harmony. There's no better designer than nature - if you look at a branch or a leaf, it's perfect. It's all function. Art is different. It's about emotion. It's about suffering and beauty - but mostly suffering!

We adore chaos because we love to produce order.

For me, poetry is always a search for order.

Complexity excites the mind, and order rewards it. In the garden, one finds both, including vanishingly small orders too complex to spot, and orders so vast the mind struggles to embrace them.

Painting is about the beauty of space and the power of containment.

Poetry is an act of peace.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death, it is form, union, plan, it is eternal life, it is happiness.