Through a Glass, Darkly

(As human beings) We see everything everything in a glass, darkly. Sometimes we can peer through the glass and catch a glimpse of what is on the other side. If we were to polish the glass clean, we'd see much more. But then we would no longer see ourselves.

All stars fall at some time. But a star is only a tiny spark from the great beacon in the sky.

Don't you think it's a small mystery that birds can twitter so loudly that they can hear each other's song from several miles away? Those tiny bundles are like living flutes, playing non-stop on themselves.

I wonder whether the Christmas feeling has anything to do with the sixth sense. Perhaps we're a little more the angels at Christmas than we are during the rest of the year. And Christmas is about all the other senses. I can smell Christmas, I can taste Christmas, and I can see and hear it.

is it true that sometimes you're so suspicious, you turn quite black inside?

Hvis jeg skulle tegne noget, og jeg vidste, at det, jeg tegnede, ville blive levende, når tegningen var færdig, så ville jeg ikke have turdet tegne noget som helst. Jeg ville aldrig have vovet at give liv til noget, som ikke kunne forsvare sig mod alle de ivrige farveblyanter.

Perhaps we're sad when something's beautiful because we know it won't last forever.

Widzimy wszystko jakby w zwierciadle, niejasno. Czasami możemy zajrzeć przez lustro i zobaczyć odrobinę tego, co jest po drugiej stronie. Gdybyśmy całkiem wyczyścili zwierciadło, zobaczylibyśmy o wiele więcej. Ale wtedy nie moglibyśmy już widzieć siebie...

Ce ne sont pas les enfants chéris qui reçoivent beaucoup de noms. Ce sont les enfants trouvés à qui l'on donne plusieurs noms. Ceux que l'on trouve sur les marches d'un escalier. Ceux dont on ignore les origines. Ceux qui flottent dans le vide.

I am here only this once. And I shall never return.