We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.
Artists need to fill themselves to overflowing and give it all back.
In her whimsical debut author Brynne Barnes celebrates the colors of our world.
Mothers smell blood before the wound is given. We see the rent place on the child's arm before the arrow strikes.
[We need not think] that there is any Contradiction, when Philosophy teaches that to be done by Nature; which Religion, and the Sacred Scriptures, teach us to be done by God: no more, than to say, That the balance of a Watch is moved by the next Wheel, is to deny that Wheel, and the rest, to be moved by the Spring; and that both the Spring, and all the other Parts, are caused to move together by the Maker of them. So God may be truly the Cause of This Effect, although a Thousand other Causes should be supposed to intervene: For all Nature is as one Great Engine, made by, and held in His Hand.
Let him take heart who does advance, even in the smallest degree.
Madam de Stael pronounced architecture to be frozen music; so is statuary crystalized spirituality.