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
Urban form and grain One square mile of different cities' street networks, held at the same scale to compare the urban form and grain. Geoff Boeing, The Right Tools for the Job Cityspace series mapscities