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
The way of things It is when one forces principles on the world that one interferes with its natural workings. Yoel Hoffman, Japanese Death Poems How things ought to be wisdomnature