I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass...
--Walt Whitman
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
—Marcel Proust
The cure for love is still in most cases that ancient radical medicine: love in return.
Remedium amoris.