The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

The beauty of the world...has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.