Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, and deep ways and...
If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick...
“Imagine a city where graffiti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked....
Thanksgiving Day comes, by statute, once a year; to the honest man, it comes as frequently...
Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river. — i...
For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched. — Simon Van Booy said that...
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy,...
Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, swinging aloft on a willow spray...
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another. — Edouard Manet...
It’s so curious: one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of...
One of the ongoing projects of modern art, and probably its most serious is to tell...