Because beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their beauty and their death.

Do you know that it is in your company that I have had my finest thoughts?

I know that they're all unhappy because nobody loves the right person the way they should and because they don't understand that it's really their own self that they're mad at.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

Because beauty consists of its own passing, just as we reach for it. It's the ephemeral configuration of things in the moment, when you can see both their beauty and their death.

With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects.