In new situations, I look carefully at appearances. In familiar ones, I glance.
Scholars dream of finding small facts pregnant with great progeny.
My intentions go one way, my desires another. Thus I feel both self-indulgent and deprived.
Curiosity is an asset mostly frittered away.
Realism absorbs the ideal by adding a few small imperfections. Example: it paints a few specks of mud on the white gown of the Lady in the Garden.
Art can make chaos seductive.