" My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn’t hear. "
" For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so,
because it serenely disdains to destroy us. "
" From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity. "
" Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. "