How one walks through the world, the endless small adjustments of balance, is affected by the shifting weights of beautiful things.

Beauty always takes place in the particular, and if there are no particulars, the chances of seeing it go down

Permitted to inhabit neither the realm of the ideal nor the realm of the real, to be neither aspiration nor companion, beauty comes to us like a fugitive bird unable to fly, unable to land.

This willingness continually to revise one's own location in order to place oneself in the path of beauty is the basic impulse underlying education. One submits oneself to other minds (teachers) in order to increase the chance that one will be looking in the right direction when a comet makes its sweep through a certain patch of sky.