The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
“Knowledge and beauty; pleasure and delight; the contemplation of truth, irrespective of its instrumental uses; the intimate encounter with another human consciousness offered by the best works of art — these are among the things that make life worth living. If we set them aside until we have made it safely through our present emergency, we will never return to them, because our present emergency will never be through.”
Tim Carpenter | “To Photograph Is to Learn How to Die”