قد نصبح أكثر عقلانية عندما نفقد جزء من سعادتنا أو عندما نشعر بالاسى. - Marcel Proust

I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence...

What we have not had to decipher, to elucidate by our own efforts, what was clear before we looked at it, is not ours. From ourselves comes only that which we drag forth from the obscurity which lies within us, that which to others is unknown.

An artist has no need to express his mind directly in his work for it to express the quality of that mind; it has indeed been said that the highest praise of God consists in the denial of Him by the atheist, who finds creation so perfect that it can dispense with a creator.