Quote by Henry Miller
The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself. – Henry Miller

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An artist is always alone – if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness. – Henry Miller

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Topographically the country is magnificent — and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak. – Henry Miller

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If the day ever comes when everything worth doing has been done, there will be plenty worth undoing. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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The grass may be greener on the other side of the fence, but you still have to mow it. – Author Unknown

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The pyramids will not last a moment compared with the daisy. – D.H. Lawrence

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A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless. – Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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To lovers, I devise their imaginary world, with whatever they may need, as the stars of the sky, the red, red roses by the wall, the snow of the hawthorn, the sweet strains of music, and aught else they may desire to figure to each other the lastingness and beauty of their love. – Williston Fish, "A Last Will," 1898

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Now, God be praised, that to believing souls gives light in darkness, comfort in despair. – William Shakespeare

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The Universe knows itself and expands itself through me. – Joan Borysenko

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I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note — torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one. – Henry Ward Beecher

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