Child,, I knew giving. I lost this grace by becoming civiliced. I was leading a natural life, whereas today I saw the artificial. The least pretty pebble was valuable to me. Every tree was an object of respect. Today, I admire the white man with a painted landscape whose value is expressed in dollars!
The only real voyage of dicovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
Marcel ProustDer Spruch darf mit Autorenangabe frei verwendet werden, da die urheberrechtliche Schutzfrist abgelaufen ist († 18. November 1922) Zur Autorenbiographie