Quotations About / On: STAR
I teach at Harvard that the world and the heavens, and the stars are all real, but not so damned real, you see.
(Josiah Royce (1855-1916), U.S. philosopher. Letter to William James, May 21, 1888, reporting a conversation with a sea captain. The Letters of Josiah Royce, p. 217, ed. John Clendenning (1970).)
Let none turn over books, or roam the stars in quest of God, who sees him not in man.
(Johann Kaspar Lavater (1741-1801), Swiss divine, poet. Aphorisms on Man, no. 398 (1788).)
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
(George Eliot [Mary Ann (or Marian) Evans] (1819-1880), British novelist, editor. Romola, ch. 50 (1863).)
To you, ye stars, man owes his subtlest raptures, thoughts unspeakable, yet full of faith.
(Herman Melville (1819-1891), U.S. author. Mardi (1849), ch. 58, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 3, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1970).)
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.
(Walt Whitman (1819-1892), U.S. poet. "Song of Myself," sct. 31, Leaves of Grass (1855).)
Truly the stars were given for a consolation to man.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "A Walk to Wachusett" (1843), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 5, p. 146, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
(William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. "Proverbs of Hell," plate 7, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790-1793).)
We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion.
(William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Edmund, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 2, l. 120-2.
"On" means by.)
The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. Nature, ch. 1 (1836, revised and repr. 1849).)
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
(Alexander Smith (1830-1867), Scottish poet. "Men of Letters," Dreamthorp (1863).)