Existence itself does not feel horrible it feels like an ecstasy rather which we have only to be still to experience.

Beauty is an ecstasy it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen only wait. Do not even wait be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking it can do no other in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet.