
What a severe yet master artist old Winter is…No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel. ~John Burroughs

What a severe yet master artist old Winter is…No longer the canvas and the pigments, but the marble and the chisel. ~John Burroughs

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation… tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolsters his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation. ~Jean Arp

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien
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