The bread of life is better than any souffle.
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one’s thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one’s meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.
Democritus plucked his eye out because he could not look at a woman without thinking of her as a woman. If he had read a few of our novels, he would have torn himself to pieces.
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