amoderndandy:

inmylittlesecretworld:

This made my day

This is one of these things I sometimes suddenly think of and then I cannot stop giggling for minutes.

(Source: a-conspiracy-of-cartographers)

Modern civilization aims at creating ever greater and greater artificial needs…it will always create more needs than it can supply…

Write what you know will always be excellent advice for those who ought not to write at all. Write what you think, what you imagine, what you suspect!

Gore Vidal

via AdviceToWriters.com

(via kadrey)

tuesday-johnson:

ca. 1860’s, [tintype portrait of two gentlemen, one playing the banjo]

via Heritage Auctions

lesfoudres:

William Quiller Orchardson (by hauk sven)

Sir William Quiller Orchardson, R.A. (1832 - 1910) — On the North Foreland, oil on canvas, 1890.

That Jones shall worship the god within him turns out ultimately to mean that Jones shall worship Jones. Let Jones worship the sun or moon, anything rather than the Inner Light; let Jones worship cats or crocodiles, if he can find any in his street, but not the god within. Christianity came into the world firstly in order to assert with violence that a man had not only to look inwards, but to look outwards, to behold with astonishment and enthusiasm a divine company and a divine captain. The only fun of being a Christian was that a man was not left alone with the Inner Light, but definitely recognized an outer light, fair as the sun, clear as the moon, terrible as an army with banners.

nobilior:

Ambrose, then Bishop of Milan, later Saint, preventing the Roman emperor Theodosius I from entering the Cathedral at Milan.

By van Dyck.

Sir Anthony van Dyck — Saint Ambrose and Emperor Theodosius

my-ear-trumpet:

Frank Crumit — Sunny Disposish (1927)

daffodilsinjune:

A sunny disposish will always see you through
When up above the skies are black, ’stead of being blue
Mr. Trouble makes our faces grow long
But a smile will have him saying, so long

It really doesn’t pay to be a gloomy pill
It’s absolutely most ridic, positively sill
The rain may pitter patter
It really doesn’t matter
For life can be delish
With a sunny disposish

stellar-raven:

Lucrezia Bori (c. 1918-1928) [x]

[The source site lists her name is Inorezia Bori, but I (with the help of a friend) am pretty certain this is actually Lucrezia.]