How I have walked... day after day, and all alone, to see if there was not something among the old things which was new! — 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
It was not that the jagged precipices were lofty, that the encircling woods were the dimmest shade, or that the waters were profoundly deep;… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
If I live to be old enough, I may sit down under some bush, the last left in the utilitarian world, and feel thankful… — Thomas Cole Copy Share Image
