Nature is God's workshop. The sky is his resume. The universe is his calling card. You want to know who God is? See what he has done.
Nature is so perfect that the Trinity couldn't have fashioned her any more perfect. She is an organ on which our Lord plays and the devil works the bellows.
Space is the breath of art.
My father believes that we create stars, and then others cast those stars.
Thus God himself was too kind to remain idle and began to play the game of signatures signing his likeness unto the world: therefore I chance to think that all nature and the graceful sky are symbolized in the art of Geometria.
We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.
God was showing off when he made you.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
God makes stars. I just produce them.
