Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.
John RuskinAs long as there are cold and nakedness in the land around you, so long can there be no question at all but that splendor of dress is a crime.
John RuskinEvery great man is always being helped by everybody, for his gift is to get good out of all things and all persons.
John Ruskin