When you lose interest in anything, you also lose the memory for it.

The light is there, and colors surround us. However, if there were no light nor colors in our own eye, we wouldn't perceive such things outside of us.

if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.

The greatest thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving.

Colors are the deeds/ and sufferings of light.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

The man who acts never has any conscience; no one has any conscience but the man who thinks