How one walks through the world, the endless small adjustments of balance, is affected by the shifting weights of beautiful things.

The generation is unceasing. Beauty, as both Plato’s Symposium and everyday life confirm, prompts the begetting of children: when the eye sees someone beautiful, the whole body wants to reproduce the person.

How one walks through the world, the endless small adjustments of balance, is affected by the shifting weights of beautiful things.

Beauty brings copies of itself into being.

Permitted to inhabit neither the realm of the ideal nor the realm of the real, to be neither aspiration nor companion, beauty comes to us like a fugitive bird unable to fly, unable to land.

Beauty always takes place in the particular.

To misstate, or even merely understate, the relation of the universities to beauty is one kind of error that can be made. A university is among the precious things that can be destroyed.