It does not matter what the whip is; it is none the less a whip, because you have cut thongs for it out of your own souls.
John RuskinEverything that you can see in the world around you presents itself to your eyes only as an arrangement of patches of different colors.
John RuskinCome, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.
John Ruskin