What An Artist Is For

My Personal Hobbies Are Reading, Listening To Music, And Silence.

[history Is] That Terrible Mill In Which Sawdust Rejoins Sawdust.

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.

But I Saw The Little-ant Men As They Ran Carrying The World's Weight Of The World's Filth And The Filth In The Heart Of Man-- Compressed Till Those Lusts And Greeds Had A Greater Heat Than That Of The Sun.

Winter Is The Time For Comfort, For Good Food And Warmth, For The Touch Of A Friendly Hand And For A Talk Beside The Fire: It Is The Time For Home.