Beauty, the splendour of truth, is a gracious presence when the imagination contemplates intensely the truth of its own being or the visible world, and the spirit which proceeds out of truth and beauty is the holy spirit of joy. These are realities and these alone give and sustain life.
Every art and every faculty contemplates certain things as its principal objects.
The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.
He that contemplates hath a day without night.
To him whom contemplates a trait of natural beauty, no harm nor despair can come. The doctrines of despair, spiritual or political servitude, were never taught by those who shared the serenity of Nature. For each phase of Nature, though not invisible, is yet not too distinct or obtrusive. It is there to be found when we look for it, but not too demanding of our attention.
Logic works, metaphysics contemplates.
The moral person contemplates evil, the evil person commits it. And a person without a sense of humor can't distinguish between the two. . . . I know a lot of people who live in Marin County and contemplate spirituality and never get out of the hot tub.
The man who contemplates the universe with his eyes wide open is the man with the greatest amount of natural piety; not in the religious sense, but in the sense of an intimate harmony with things.
An imbecile is never bored: he contemplates himself.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
One cannot help but be in awe when [one] contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality.
Every man contemplates an angel in his future self.
A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.
I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.
He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing is more tragic. Nothing is more sublime.
My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
Gracefulness is a correct life: sensuality which contemplates and forms itself.
