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
They are something that has been buried A Quote by Le Corbusier For two and a half months I did not see a stairway in America. They are something that has been buried...hidden behind a door that you are not supposed to open. stairs