My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
For one who can see Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. John Ruskin, Modern Painters Seeing and feeling thinkingunderstandingseeing