Art compares to nature like wine to the grape.
A love that dies has never lived.
Dilettantes appreciate the work, professors the master at the same time.
Why does the past look so enticing to us? For the same reason why from a distance a meadow with flowers looks like a flower bed.
Metaphysics must be based on what exists, for it has the task of explicating it.
Prose and poetry are as different as food and drink.