And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes

Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.

Ephemeral" It means 'which is in danger of speedy disappearance.

Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.

You know you've achieved perfection in design, not when you have nothing more to add, but when you have nothing more to take away.

I ought not to have listened to her,' he confided to me one day. 'One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace.