Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.
Published 12-23-2021

 When Gore Vidal died in 2012, “The New York Times” described the National Book Award-winning writer as both “a famous feuder” and someone who “loved conspiracy theories… especially the ones he imagined himself at the center of.” A two-time congressional candidate, Vidal never ran out of opinions, filling 200 essays, 25 novels, and two memoirs when he wasn’t fine-tuning scripts or trading quips with Johnny Carson. To Vidal, style entailed all the ways people project themselves onto the world, imbuing them with confidence.



 Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall: 12 Quotes About the Seasons

Amid life’s uncertainties, one thing is constant: The seasons will always change. The wheel of the year — the gentle flow from spring to winter and back again — has been honored for centuries, whether by a farming cycle, people worshipping the earth, or just the slow joy of watching the weather change.

As we move from brisk and chilly to sun and fun, the transition of one season to another can feel like a rebirth, an entry into a world we once forgot but ached to remember. The first day you feel each new season inevitably brings a smile to your face; in a way, it’s like a chance to say hello to an old friend who has come to visit once more.

Writers, artists, and musicians have noticed this special feeling and paid tribute to it in their works. No matter what time of year it is, these short odes to each season will leave you pining for the crisp air and fiery colors of fall, the warm embrace of summer, the blooms and bird songs of spring, or the brisk breath of winter.


What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
 John Steinbeck, "Travels with Charley: In Search of America"


Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
 Edith Sitwell, "I Live Under a Black Sun"


It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.
 John Burroughs, "Winter Sunshine"


Listen, can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata. The strains of grass pushing through the snow. The song of buds swelling on the vine. The tender timpani of a baby robin's heart. Spring.
 Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, "Northern Exposure"


Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king.
 Thomas Nashe, "Summer's Last Will and Testament"


Come with me into the woods. Where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible.
– Mary Oliver, "Bazougey"


And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
 F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby"


Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
 Henry James, "An International Episode"


I love how summer just wraps its arms around you like a warm blanket.
 Kelle Elmore, "Magic in the Backyard"


As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see.
– Vincent Van Gogh, letter to Theo van Gogh


Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
– Albert Camus, "The Misunderstanding" ("Le Malentendu")


Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
— Emily Brontë, "Fall, Leaves, Fall"


Success is sometimes the outcome of a whole string of failures.

With his spectacular paintings hanging in such venerable institutions as the Musée d’Orsay in Paris and New York’s Museum of Modern Art, it is hard to imagine that Vincent van Gogh ever experienced failure. But in reality, the Dutch post-impressionist artist went through overwhelming hardship in his life, both personally and professionally, and only found global fame and success after his death in 1890. If Van Gogh could see the silver lining of life’s dark storm clouds, then so can we.







Hi I'm Joseph Lombardo I live in New Jersey with my wife, We have been together 23 years Our LifeStyle is we do what we want when we want, We haven't lived paycheck to paycheck in years, Online I am now in 9 main businesses I'm building up all 9 are investments I do not need to recruit, But I do have people joining me and investing, I count my earnings as if I have no down line and what I earn from them is extra it all goes in reinvest COMPOUNDING, I get a rush a from watching my money grow
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