Spreuken over Schoonheid

I remember all the beautiful times we had together and I'd like to remember him like that because I know he would like to be remembered like that,

I guess if you take yourself seriously as an artist there starts either the problem or the beauty of doing good artwork.

Who if I cried out, would hear me among the angel's hierarchies?and even if one of them pressed me suddenly against his heart:I would be consumed in that overwhelming existenceFor beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are still just able to endure.and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

Good kinda crazy, beautiful circus. Her love serves a sort of pharmaceutical purpose.

I've learned that beautiful and intelligent women are one of the most threatening things to a man.