Awe is what moves us forward.

Awe is humanity's highest faculty, Even though this world is forever altering its values.

Awe is the wow of silence

Awe is showing respect with your mouth wide open.

A Cloud is a mobile canvass mounted in the elastic framework of space across which the sun draws his brush en route.

The Cloud is, when low, the paperweight of the wind.

The Cloud cries itself to death.

The Cloud is the ocean of the heavens.

Distance is the soul of beauty.

Distance is the only cure for certain diseases.

Distance is nothing to the lover — Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.

Distance is, in modernity, short in terms of length and yet ever remote to us. What is vastly far away in terms of length, can be near to us. Short distance is not already nearness. Great distance is not yet remoteness.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.