Quotes about Creation

The mother dead these fourteen years did incubate in her own bosom the creature who would carry her off.

Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

So where does music come from? No one knows. A platonic theory of music just muddies the water. Music is made out of nothing but some fairly simple rules. Yet it's true that no one made them up. The rules. The notes themselves amount to almost nothing. But why some particular arrangement of these notes should have such a profound effect on our emotions is a mystery beyond even the hope of comprehension. Music is not a language.

The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy. I suppose that's true. What then? Is that all that the world has in mind? If the world has a mind then it's all worse than we thought.

And besides, look at elder flowers and bluebells-they are a sign that pure creation takes place - even the butterfly. But humanity never gets beyond the caterpillar stage -it rots in the chrysalis, it never will have wings.It is anti-creation, like monkeys and baboons.

It is impudence to say that Woman was made out of Man's body, she continued, when every man is born of woman. What impudence men have, what arrogance!

We must start from what seems a be a nullity, the unknowable, the inexpressible, the creative mystery wherein we are established. We cannot become more exact than this without introducing falsehood.

Your very flesh shall be a great poem...

I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.

How beautiful and perfect are the animals! How perfect the earth, and the minutest thing upon it!

To live, we must daily break the body and shed the blood of Creation. When we do this knowingly, lovingly, skillfully, reverently, it is a sacrament. When we do it ignorantly, greedily, clumsily, destructively, it is a desecration. In such desecration we condemn ourselves to spiritual and moral loneliness, and others to want.

The shoddy work of despair, the pointless work of pride, equally betray Creation. They are wastes of life.