“Clothes, when abstracted from the flow of present time and their transmogrifying function on the human body, and seen as forms in themselves, are strange tubes and excrescences worthy of being classed with such facial decorations as the ring through the nose or the lip-stretching disk. But how enchanting they become when seen togetherwith the qualities they bestow on their wearer! What happens then is no less than the infusion, into some tangled lines on a piece of paper, of the meaning of a great word.” HumansBodyHappensFormLinesQualityPiecesStrangePaperClothesFlowFunctionLipsWorthyRingsNosesHuman BodyStretchingTubesDecorationTangledPresent TimeFacialEnchantingDiskInfusion Author:Robert Musil
“The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, As Love comes brooding down on human hearts, With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears. She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark, Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life-- Curtaineth into rest the weary world-- And shuts us in with all our hid delights.” WorldHumansHeartEarthNightDarkRichTearsKissingSummerLipsDelightBlissWearyHuman HeartFloatsFragranceUtteranceBroodingSummer Nights Author:Frank Herbert