How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths Umberto Eco, The Name of the Rose A World Where Things Only Almost Meet labyrinthsalgorithmsbeautyprocess
The dignity of age Wood and stone, and now concrete and wood, age slowly and with dignity. They do not shatter hysterically like glass, or tear like paper, but discolor with a melancholy, noble air. Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness Things that shine and glitter time