"But dawn comes through the window free.

Diaphanous the phantoms grow.

The objects of reality

Strike through their shapes that merge and go.

The candles are consumed away.

The ember-lights no longer gleam

Upon the hearth. No thing shall stay.

Farewell, O castle of my dream!

December gray shall turn once more

The glass of Time, for all we fret!

The present enters at my door,

And vainly bids me to forget.”

from The Castle of Remembrance, Théophile Gautier

"Mais le jour luit à la fenêtre;

Et les spectres, moins arrêtés,

Laissent les objets transparaître

Dans leurs diaphanéités.

Les cires fondent consumées;

Sous les cendres s’éteint le feu;

Du parquet montent des fumées…

Château du Souvenir, adieu!

Encore une autre fois Décembre

Va retourner le sablier.

Le Présent entre dans ma chambre

Et me dit en vain d’oublier.”

de Le Château du Souvenir, Théophile Gautier

(S.C.Z. - Salzburg)

“I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.”

The Hunger Angel, Herta Müller

(S.C.Z. - Salzburg)

"A person’s life is not a series of dramatic events for which he or she is applauded or exiled but a slow accumulation of days, seasons, years, fleshed out by the generational weight of one’s family and anchored by a land-bound sense of place."

The Solace of Open Spaces, Gretel Ehrlich

(S.C.Z. - Salzburg)

"Novels are fictions, of course, and therefore they tell lies… but through those lies every novelist attempts to tell the truth about the world."

—Paul Auster in conversation with The Paris Review

(S.C.Z. - Salzburg)

Do not go to the garden of flowers!
O Friend! go not there;
In your body is the garden of flowers.
Take your seat on the thousand petals
of the lotus, and there gaze on the
Infinite Beauty.
I believe that this physical separation from the Beloved is very unique and better than meeting each other. So keep separate and also aspire to meet your Beloved and one day this separation will burn you! This separation is more sweet than the meeting.


Spring Stories. Greg Harris (American, b 1953). Oil on canvas.

Though his subject matter is varied, Harris is most well known for his paintings of beautiful and sensitive women in period settings. He carries forth the traditions of impressionism, while modifying and redefining the art form to make it his own.

(Reblogged from books0977)


Still Life with Cat and Lobster, John Henry Dolph

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)
Are not laws dangerous which inhibit the passions? Compare the centuries of anarchy with those of the strongest legalism in any country you like and you will see that it is only when the laws are silent that the greatest actions appear.
Marquis de Sade


Sunset over Lake Ruovesi, Akseli Gallen-Kallela

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)
“Electricity is actually made up of extremely tiny particles called electrons, that you cannot see with the naked eye unless you have been drinking.”’
Dave Barry


Fishing on the Merced River, Thomas Hill

(Reblogged from laclefdescoeurs)
One of the definitions of sanity is the ability to tell real from unreal. Soon we’ll need a new definition.
Alvin Toffler


Jeune Fille de Concarneau (1883). François Alfred Delobbe (French, 1835-1920). Oil on canvas.

The girl depicted in this painting is believed to have been Adolphe Bouguereau’s mistress and later François Delobbe’s. The companion work to this painting depicts three girls by the sea and hangs in the National Museum in Bucharest.

(Reblogged from books0977)
Letting your mind play is the best way to solve problems. A playful mind is inquisitive, and learning is fun. If you indulge your natural curiosity and retain a sense of fun in new experience, I think you’ll find it functions as a sort of shock absorber for the bumpy road ahead.
Bill Watterson