Celestial Majesty Quotes

Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.

Nothing can match the wonderment that comes from staring up into the star-filled canopy above and realizing that you are a part of that creation.

This is *our* Universe, our museum of wonder and beauty, our cathedral.

It is written on the arched sky; it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature; it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

The celestial order and the beauty of the universe compel me to admit that there is some excellent and eternal Being, who deserves the respect and homage of men

The power that holds the sky's majesty wins our worship.

If anyone cannot feel the power of God when he looks upon the stars, then I doubt whether he is capable of feeling at all. From the enduring wonder of the heavens flows all grace and power. If anyone thinks it is mindless then he himself must be out of his mind.

For what could be more beautiful than the heavens which contain all beautiful things.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars; in the heavens, you have made them bright, precious and fair.

I've never seen a moon in the sky that, if it didn't take my breath away, at least misplaced it for a moment.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence. Nature never wears a mean appearance.

There is something beautiful about a billion stars held steady by a God who knows what He is doing.

The sky is more beautiful than earth, and I want the sky, not earth.

We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.

The sky is an infinite movie to me. I never get tired of looking at what's happening up there.

In winter, the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. Summer is more wooing and seductive, more versatile and human, appeals to the affections and the sentiments, and fosters inquiry and the art impulse.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.