“Praise ye him, sun and moon: praise him, all ye stars of light.”
— Anonymous (Hebrew Psalmist), The Book of Psalms (King James Version) (1611)
“I know not how thou singest, my master! I ever listen in silent amazement. The light of thy music illumines the world. The life breath of thy music runs from sky to sky. The holy stream of thy music breaks through all stony obstacles and rushes on.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912)
“I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.”
— Anonymous (Hebrew Psalmist), The Book of Psalms (King James Version) (1611)
“Praised be my Lord, for sister moon and for the stars, In heaven Thou hast formed them clear and precious and fair.”
— Francis of Assisi, The Canticle of the Sun (trans. Paschal Robinson) (1225)
“And I replied unto all the things which encompass the door of my flesh: "Ye have told me of my God, that ye are not He; tell me something of Him." And they cried out with a loud voice, "He made us." My questioning them, was my thoughts on them: and their form of beauty gave the answer.”
— Augustine of Hippo, The Confessions of Saint Augustine (trans. E. B. Pusey)
“Changed from glory into glory Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crown before thee, Lost in wonder, love and praise.”
— Charles Wesley, Love Divine, All Loves Excelling (1747)
“From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the LORD’s name is to be praised.”
— Anonymous (Hebrew Psalmist), The Book of Psalms (King James Version) (1611)
“The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912)
“At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912)
“Praise be to Thee, my Lord, with all Thy creatures, Especially to my worshipful brother sun, The which lights up the day, and through him dost Thou brightness give; And beautiful is he and radiant with splendor great;”
— Francis of Assisi, The Canticle of the Sun (trans. Paschal Robinson) (1225)
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.”
— Anonymous (Hebrew Psalmist), The Book of Psalms (King James Version) (1611)
“On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.”
— Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali (Song Offerings) (1912)
The Salon library
This is today’s sample of twelve. The whole collection is in the Salon.
Salon members read all 746 English quotes and the Afrikaans collection too, with every filter,
the plain-words notes from A Year with the Muses, the quotes they save, and a private journal for the lines that stay with them.
Join the SalonAlready a member? Open the library →
Every quote in this collection was verified
against its original public-domain source — the letter, journal, poem or treatise it
truly comes from. No internet folklore, no misattributions.
Start free to bring these voices into your daily practice.