Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once.
. . .nature is still predominant, and there are those who regret that with the improvements of cultivation the sublimity of the wilderness should pas… - Thomas Cole
. . .nature is still predominant, and there are those who regret that with the improvements of cultivation the sublimity of the wilderness should pas…
- Thomas Cole
To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist. - Thomas Cole
To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist.
Nothing is invented and brought to perfection all at once. - Thomas Cole
If I live to be old enough, I may sit down under some bush, the last left in the utilitarian world, and feel thankful that intellect in its march has… - Thomas Cole
If I live to be old enough, I may sit down under some bush, the last left in the utilitarian world, and feel thankful that intellect in its march has…
If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry - Thomas Cole
If the imagination is shackled, and nothing is described but what we see, seldom will anything truly great be produced either in Painting or Poetry
It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in … - Thomas Cole
It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the crystal-like ether, in …
The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we f… - Thomas Cole
The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something we f…
It was not that the jagged precipices were lofty, that the encircling woods were the dimmest shade, or that the waters were profoundly deep; but that… - Thomas Cole
It was not that the jagged precipices were lofty, that the encircling woods were the dimmest shade, or that the waters were profoundly deep; but that…
Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things. - Thomas Cole
Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things.
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