Living is a horizontal fall.
Mystery has its own mysteries, and there are gods above gods. We have ours, they have theirs. That is what's known as infinity.
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
The artist must know how far to go too far.
It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.