In seed-time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. – William Blake
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud. – William Blake

In seed-time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. – William Blake
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud. – William Blake
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal the good one really does. – William Blake
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…. In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. – John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866