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
Thinking is a matter of degree Perhaps “thinking” is not a yes/no thing, but maybe it is a matter of degree. Richard Hamming, The Art of Doing Science and Engineering: Learning to Learn I Am a Strange Loop cognition