However incoherent a human existence may be, human unity is not bothered by it.

What could be more simple and more complex, more obvious and more profound than a portrait.

The insatiable thirst for everything that lies beyond, and that life reveals, is the most living proof of our immortality.

Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.

What do I care if you are good? Be beautiful! and be sad!

It is this admirable and immortal instinct for beauty which causes us to regard the earth and its spectacles as a glimpse, a correspondence of the beyond.