Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
It is indeed misery if I stretch an empty hand to men and receive nothing; but it is hopelessness if I stretch a full hand and find none to receive.
And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that lingers becomes a shadow to another light.
The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?
The things which the child loves remain in the domain of the heart until old age. The most beautiful thing in life is that our souls remain hovering over the places where we once enjoyed ourselves. I am one of those who remembers those places regardless of distance or time.