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Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
Truth exists for the wise, beauty for the feeling heart.
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. read more
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart
The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing read more
Who doth not feel, until his failing sight
Faints into dimness with its own delight,
His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess,
The might--the majesty of Loveliness?
I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful; but I have never read in read more
I have read in Plato and Cicero sayings that are wise and very beautiful; but I have never read in either of them: Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden.
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before
It sometimes happens that a woman is handsomer at twenty-nine than she was ten years before
Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene read more
Paris wrapped in night! half nebulous
The moonlight streams o'er the blue-shadowed roofs..
A lovely frame for this wild battlescene
Beneath the vapor's floating scarves, the Seine
Trembles, mysterious, like a magic mirror
Cyrano Act 5.
A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
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She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew
Until she smiled on me:
Oh! then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
