What is art? When people think about this question, they will naturally think about all kinds of musical instruments or the great paintings in the art museums.
This weekend, there was an art festival in our school, it had been hold for five years and the school insisted to make it become the feature. I was so excited, this was the first time for me to join.
With the rapidly development of electronic technology, the paperless office is basically realized. We have fewer and fewer opportunities to write, as a result, we always forget how to write the chara
It is very hard for us today to find films as exciting as they were in the past. Now many people are unwilling to go to the cinema, claiming that it is a “torture” to see a so-called moder
All feelings that concentrate you and lift you up are pure; only that feeling is impure which grasps just one side of your being and thus distorts you.
I want to talk to you again for a little while, dear Mr. Kappus, although there is almost nothing I can say that will help you, and I can hardly find one useful word.
It is the best poem of yours that you have let me read. And now I am giving you this copy because I know that it is important and full of new experience to rediscover a work of one's own in someone el
Rome
December 23, 1903
My dear Mr. Kappus,
I don't want you to be without a greeting from me when Christmas comes and when you, in the midst of the holiday, are bearing your solitude more hea
Worpswede, near Bremen July 16, 1903 About ten days ago I left Paris, tired and quite sick, and traveled to this great northern plain, whose vastness and silence and sky ought to make me well again. B
Viareggio, near Pisa (Italy) April 23, 1903 You gave me much pleasure, dear Sir, with your Easter letter; for it brought much good news of you, and the way you spoke about Jacobsen's great and beloved
Letter Two Viareggio, near Pisa (Italy) April 5, 1903 You must pardon me, dear Sir, for waiting until today to gratefully remember your letter of February 24. I have been unwell all this time, not rea
It's a book you'll read countless times and each time will seem like the first time. Letters To A Young Poet are ten letters written to a young man about to enter the German military. His name was Fra
