All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people。 For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides。 For others they are no more than little lights in the sky。 For others, who are scholars, they are problems。 For my businessman they were wealth。 But all these stars are silent。 You – you alone – will have the stars as no one else has them.
To any artist, worthy of the name, all in nature is beautiful, because his eyes, fearlessly accepting all exterior truth, read there, as in an open book, all the inner truth.