A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
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This is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness... they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows. Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die.
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The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.
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A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.
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To him whom contemplates a trait of natural beauty, no harm nor despair can come. The doctrines of despair, spiritual or political servitude, were never taught by those who shared the serenity of Nature. For each phase of Nature, though not invisible, is yet not too distinct or obtrusive. It is there to be found when we look for it, but not too demanding of our attention.
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Beauty in things exist in the mind which contemplates them.
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Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.
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My ass contemplates those who talk behind my back.
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