Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Diaries 1918-1932 (№ 320673)

What is art? Here's some birdie sitting on a branch, a lump hammer, and a tip of her curve, and, on the one hand, the line of this spout is part of the trajectory of something huge, like Mars and the other is a great have heart sweetly, clearly, responsively, the awe of nothing and nothing is everything...