“We feel cold, but we don’t mind it, because we will not come to harm. And if we wrapped up against the cold, we wouldn’t feel other things, like the bright tingle of the stars, or the music of the aurora, or best of all the silky feeling of moonlight on our skin. It’s worth being cold for that.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass
Art – Wilfred Jenkins (1857-1936), A Country House by Moonlight
“When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
― Wisława Szymborska
Johan (John) Kindborg (Sweden, 1861-1907)
“I wish to paint in such a manner as if I were photographing dreams” – Zdzisław Beksiński
Art – Zdzisław Beksiński
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
– John Steinbeck
Art – Franz Waldegg
“Whatever one gives, ought to be from what one would otherwise spend, not from what he would otherwise pay. To spend little and give much, is the highest glory a man can aspire to.”
– Edmund Burke
Illustration by William S. Tiffany.
“The best thing to do is to loosen my grip on my pen and let it go wandering about until it finds an entrance. There must be one – everything depends on the circumstances, a rule applicable as much to literary style as to life. Each word tugs another one along, one idea another, and that is how books, governments and revolutions are made – some even say that is how Nature created her species.”
– Machado de Assis, Those Cousins from Sapucaia, 1883
As someone once said, I think it was me: There is nothing so dangerous as an idea. Particularly one whose time has come…
– Ralph Steadman
Art – Comet Halley by Vladimir Kush
What of Art?
-It is a malady.
-The fashionable substitute for Belief.
–You are a sceptic.
-Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith.
–What are you?
-To define is to limit.
– Oscar Wilde
Art by James R Eads.
“Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.”
– Antonio Porchia
“There is a savor of life and immortality in substantial fare. Like balloons, we are nothing till filled.”
– Herman Melville
Art by Michael Cheval.