Celestial Splendor Quotes

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christ's religion illuminates with His divine light.

Mozart's music is so pure and beautiful that I see it as a reflection of the inner beauty of the universe.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.

Heaven is beautiful because it is the expression of that which is the perfection of beauty.

It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

I've never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn't take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky; there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interior of the soul.

The universe, when you leave it alone, is going to be beautiful.

Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.

The sky is more beautiful than earth, and I want the sky, not earth.

The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.

A Cherubim or leader of a kingdom of angels is the fountain or heart of his whole kingdom, and is made out of all the powers out of which his angels are made, and is the most powerful and the brightest of them all.

In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sentiments, and fosters inquiry and the art impulse.

If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare.

I have long thought that anyone who does not regularly - or ever - gaze up and see the wonder and glory of a dark night sky filled with countless stars loses a sense of their fundamental connectedness to the universe.

There are few things that have filled me with such breathless awe as flying in the black of night across oceans and continents and looking out my cockpit window upon the infinite glory of millions of stars.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

More varied than any landscape was the landscape in the sky, with islands of gold and silver, peninsulas of apricot and rose against a background of many shades of turquoise and azure.

Whenever I see a nighttime picture of Earth from space, with its glowing lights, I am stirred by its beauty.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.

The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.