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
Writing is one way to go about thinking And the practice and habit of writing not only drains the mind but supplies it, too. William Strunk Jr. & E.B. White, The Elements of Style Expressing ideas helps to form them thinking