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"Beauty is the radiance of truth, and the frangrance of goodness." »Vincent McNabb
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"Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance." »Walter Benjamin
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"If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds." »J. Robert Oppenheimer, Quoting "The Bhagavad Gita",Alamogordo, New Mexico, 1945
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"If the radiance of a thousand sunsWere to burst at once into the skyThat would be like the splendor of the Mighty one --I am become Death,The shatterer of Worlds." »Hindu Spiritual
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"God does not die on the day when we cease to believe in a personal deity, but we die on the day when our lives cease to be illumined by the steady radiance, renewed daily, of a wonder, the source of which is beyond all reason." »Dag Hammarskjld
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"Nature gets credit which should in truth be reserved for ourselves: the rose for its scent, the nightingale for its song; and the sun for its radiance. The poets are entirely mistaken. They should address their lyrics to themselves and should turn them into odes of self congratulation on the excellence of the human mind." »Alfred North Whitehead
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"The mind alike, Vigorous or weak, is capable of culture, But still bears fruit according to its nature. ?Tis not the teacher?s skill that rears the scholar: The sparkling gem gives back the glorious radiance It drinks from other light, but the dull earth Absorbs the blaze, and yields no gleam again." »Bhavabhuti
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"What though the radiance which was once so bright Be not forever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of Human suffering, In the faith that looks through death In years that bring philophic mind." »William Wordsworth
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"What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be not forever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Grief not, rather find,
Strength in what remains behind,
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be,
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of Human suffering,
In the faith that looks through death
In years that bring philophic mind." »William Wordsworth
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| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
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