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“A world of colors on the palette remaining... wandering... on canvases still emerging.”

World Stills Color Wander Emerging Palette

Author:Wassily Kandinsky

“We are in a position similar to that of a mountaineer who is wandering over uncharted spaces, and never knows whether behind the peak which he sees in front of him and which he tries to scale there may not be another peak still beyond and higher up.”

Knows Trying May Stills Science Space Behinds Knowledge Fronts Position Higher Scales Wander Uncharted

Book:The new science: 3 complete works: Where is science going? The universe in the light of modern physics; The philosophy of physics

Source: The new science: 3 complete works: Where is science going? The universe in the light of modern physics; The philosophy of physics

“Nature that framed us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds: Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.”

“I might mention all the divine charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the mounting lark, or in wandering through the still lanes when the fresh-opened blossoms fill them with a sacred silent beauty like that of fretted aisles, where would be the use of my descriptive catalogue?”

Ifs Stills Use Might Would Be Eye Divine Spring Sacred Silent Forgotten Wander Charm Lanes Aisle Catalogues Larks Spring Day

Book:Adam Bede ... Tenth edition

Source: Adam Bede ... Tenth edition

“Eternity.Thy name Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being, Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st All sense, all reasoning,thou, who never wast Less than thyself, and who still art thyself Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken Equals thy present storeNo line can reach To thy unfathomed depths. The reasoning sage Who can dissect a sunbeam, count the stars, And measure distant worlds, is here a child, And, humbled, drops his calculating pen.”

Source: The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld: In Two Volumes