Not sure how happy my dog was about being coerced out into today's lackluster attempts at snowfall, but I'm happy enough. I love wintry weather—it radiates this quiet luminscence onto and into everything outside.
Art is an infinitely precious good, a refreshing and warming draught that restores the stomach and the spirit to the natural equilibrium of the ideal. You will understand its usefulness, you bourgeois—lawgivers or businessmen—when the seventh or eighth hour strikes and you bend your tired head toward the glowing embers of your hearth and the cushions of your armchair.
Then a more fervent desire, a more active reverie, would relax you from your daily grind."