Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
There are only ten minutes in the life of a pear when it is perfect to eat.
Neither you nor the world knows what you can do until you have tried.
The connection between our knowledge and the abyss of being is still real, and the explication must be not less magnificent.
All vigor is contagious.
The lover is made happier by his love than the object of his affection.