Maxioms by Francis Bacon
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces read more
Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.
The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few
to be chewed and digested.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few
to be chewed and digested.
Acorns were good till bread was found.
Acorns were good till bread was found.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
