Henry David Thoreau,
Winter: From the Journal of Henry D. Thoreau…
(1888)
“ Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour in such lights as the great artist chooses, and then withdrawn and the curtain falls. The sun goes down, long the after-glow gives light, the damask curtains glow along the western window, the first star is lit, and I go home. ”
