
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.
George Crabbe
2022

Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.
George Crabbe
2022

We believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colours, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things — metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.
Friedrich Nietzsche
2022

Reality is a creation of our excesses.
Emil Cioran
2022

Life is hell, and the sweet still night of absolute death is the annihilation of hell.
Philipp Mainländer
2015

Nothing endures except life: the capacity for birth, growth, and renewal.
Lewis Mumford
2022

All eroticism has a sacramental character.
Georges Bataille
2022

The silver light, which, hallowing tree and tower, Sheds beauty and deep softness o’er the whole, Breathes also to the heart, and o’er it throws A loving languor which is not repose.
Lord Byron
2022

Nothing endures except life: the capacity for birth, growth, and renewal.
Lewis Mumford
2022

Men of broader intellect know that there is no sharp distinction betwixt the real and the unreal…
H.P. Lovecraft
2022

We are, afar as I can see, under no obligation to make the best of life, which is after all a bargain that we never contracted.
C.E.M Joad
2022