The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.
The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.
I was the world in which I walked.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.