Everything is beautiful seen from the point of the intellect, or as truth. But all is sour if seen as experience.
Ralph Waldo EmersonThe lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.
Ralph Waldo Emerson