Gustave Flaubert
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings
Anonymous
From now on, whenever I speak of things that strike me with a sense of wonder, awe, amazement and connectedness, I’m going to call that the sublime. And whenever I’m challenged for a secular equivalent to spiritual, I will say, "Aha! You're talking about our godlessly sublime universe!"
Karl Wilhelm Friedrich
Beauty is that which is simultaneously attractive and sublime. ...