It is the addition of strangeness to beauty that constitutes the romantic character in art.

Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.

He had seen the plane and knew what he was getting into. It says a lot about his character.

It is with this movement, with the passage and dissolution of impressions, images, sensations, that analysis leaves off—that continual vanishing away, that strange, perpetual weaving and unweaving of ourselves.

You're only here for a short visit. Don't hurry, don't worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.

No one remembers who came in second.