If you look round Hollywood there’s no end of white smiles and six packs. Long lines of beautiful people lining up to be incredible on film.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.[La beauté est insupportable. Elle nous desespere, éternité d’une minute que nous voudrions pourtant étirer tout le long du temps.]
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.
At some point in life the world’s beauty becomes enough. You don’t need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough.