The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.
I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.
The world is a looking glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face.
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.
Persons appear to us according to the light we throw upon them from our own minds.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
When you change the way you view things, the things you look at change.
It’s not what you look at that matters; it’s what you see.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone can see.
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.
Through the picture, I see reality. Through the word, I understand it.
To be blind is bad, but it is worse to have eyes and not see.
Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden.