When I was very little my mother said I used to draw in the air with my fingers. I needed a pencil. Once I could hold one, I have drawn every day since. ↗
And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh. ↗
We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh. ↗
Nothing is beautiful, only man: on this piece of naivete rests all aesthetics, it is the first truth of aesthetics. Let us immediately add its second: nothing is ugly but degenerate man - the domain of aesthetic judgment is therewith defined. ↗