How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die. — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
The sky is the soul of all scenery. It makes the earth lovely at sunrise and splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
The ills of discrimination are still with us. We have to continue the tenacity and vigilance of the 1960s. Racial understanding is not something… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
. . .nature is still predominant, and there are those who regret that with the improvements of cultivation the sublimity of the wilderness should… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
Overall, rocks, wood and water, brooded the spirit of repose, and the silent energy of nature stirred the soul to its innermost depths. — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
And rural nature is full of the same quickening spirit-it is, in fact, the exhaustless mine from which the poet and the painter have… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
None know how often the hand of God is seen in a wilderness but them that rove it for a man's life. — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
I never succeed in painting scenes, however beautiful, immediately upon returning from them. I must wait for a time to draw a veil over… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
Amid those scenes of solitude... the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things. — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
To walk with nature as a poet is the necessary condition of a perfect artist. — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
“Those scenes of solitude from which the hand of nature have never been lifted, affect the mind with a more deep-toned emotion than aught… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
