The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye.