Beauty is simply reality seen with the eyes of love

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

All that is not given is lost.

My dearest life, I know you are not mine forever; but do love me even if it’s for this moment. After that I shall vanish into the forest where you cast me, I won’t ask anyone for anything again. Give me something that can last me till I die.

when you came you cried and everybody smiled with joy; when you go smile and let the world cry for you.

And, indeed, what little of beauty and peace is to be found in the societies of men is owing to the daily performance of small duties, not to big doings and fine talk.