Aesthetic Blasphemy

On seeing a child playing on his own

“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless...

My mind lets go a thousand things

My mind lets go of a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings ~ T B Aldrich

Living one's own life

I would not have any one adopt my mode of living on any account; for, beside that before he has fairly learned it I...

Talking to self

“But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking?—the entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central...

Living life

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And...