I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.
Her eyes are like two open books and I suddenly want to devour every page.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?
But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.[translation by Richard Howard]The eyes are blind. One must look with the heart…[translation by Katherine Woods][Mais les yeux sont aveugles. Il faut chercher avec le cœur.]
As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.
