The darkness is never partial
People often ask me why do I love nights so much and I always give them this one answer.
"The nights are dark and when the caliginosity takes over, it hides everything. Colour, skin, creed, race. Everything that comes in its way, leaving behind only the voices. The pure emotions, the real people."
I VIEW with pleasure and approval the way you keep on at your studies and sacrifice everything to your single-minded ...
We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do them.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Beauty always has an element of strangeness. I do not mean a deliberate cold form of strangeness, for in that case it would be a monstrous thing that had jumped the rails of life. But I do mean that it always contains a certain degree of strangeness, of simple, unintended, unconscious strangeness, and that this form of strangeness is what gives it the right to be called beauty. It is its hallmark, its special characteristic. Reverse the proposition and try to imagine a commonplace beauty! (…) This element of strangeness which constitutes and defines individuality, without which there is no beauty, plays in art (and may the precision of this comparison excuse its triviality) the role of taste or flavouring in cookery; if the individual usefulness or the degree of nutritious value they contain be excepted, viands differ from each other only by the idea they reveal to the tongue.