#alighthouseofquotes

...our ultimate moral principles can become so completely accepted by us, that we treat them, not as universal imperatives but as matters of fact; they have the same obstinate indubitability.

Whoever loves has wounded eyes. The arrow has torn the pupils. And has forgotten, at the start of the journey, to store in the saddlebags the sandalwood leaves that would heal them. The desert has no end, she thinks. The night summons the devils, seductively they point to the always equivocal roads, the promising landscapes that in the morning will be sand and stones, and stones and sand. There’ll be no piety for these eyes. Condemned to look always at what’s not there, they should have been pulled out by their roots, and like two drops of water, been offered as mirror to the stones.