Maxioms by Henry Miller
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent read more
The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
We create our fate every day we live
We create our fate every day we live
We live at the edge of the miraculous.
We live at the edge of the miraculous.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is read more
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.