What isn’t there makes what is there stand out. For beauty’s sake, subtract.
The planet is vastly more beautiful than it is useful. Perversely, it’s utilitarians who predominate. They’re governed by one article of faith: If it works, it’s truth.
True beauty is not conscious of itself.
We don’t ponder a flute to penetrate the beauty of a note. Likewise, the genius of men (Einstein, Picasso, van Gogh, Edison, et al) ought not to be confused with the men themselves.
I can only know you to the extent that I know myself. Intimacy is rooted in self-knowledge. If I haven’t plumbed my depths, I’ll stay stuck at the level of form and flesh.