In this mirror, I am enclosed a live and real as you. Imagine angels and not like the reflections.
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
One can't carry one's father's corpse about everywhere.
People quickly grow accustomed to being the slaves of mystery.
We cannot carry our father's corpse with us everywhere we go.
Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony.