Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

Beauty is a form of Genius — is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.

The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.