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
More real than living man He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom Nor heed, nor see, what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound The Nature and Aesthetics of Design making