Quotations About / On:
The sun is but a morning star.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Conclusion," Walden (1854).
To you, ye stars, man owes his subtlest raptures, thoughts unspeakable, yet full of faith.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 58, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970).)
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
(Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Song of Myself," sct. 31, Leaves of Grass (1855).)
The stars are the apexes of what triangles!
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Journals, entry for Oct. 5, 1847 (1906).
Thinking of Ralph Waldo Emerson, who had just set out on his second voyage to England, Thoreau wrote: "I just looked up at a fine twinkling star and thought that a voyager whom I know, now many days' sail from this coast, might possibly be looking up at that same star with me.")
Truly the stars were given for a consolation to man.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "A Walk to Wachusett" (1843), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 5, p. 146, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
Hitch your wagon to a star.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Civilization," Society and Solitude (1870).)
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
(William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. "Proverbs of Hell," plate 7, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790-1793).)
The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Nature, ch. 1 (1836, revised and repr. 1849).)
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
(Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), Anglo-Irish playwright, author. Lord Darlington, in Lady Windermere's Fan, act 3 (1893).)
To see who we truly are and come to know that each of us is part of every star.
(Mary Mc Creath)