"<p>How perfect-brilliant are all the things of life, only he who no longer desires them knows truly. A robber-murderer, when he kills his victim without mercy, is in such communion with him as never he was in bed; without knowing it, he kills not his victim, but himself; he who realizes this is not horrified, but filled with awe. Or think of the merchant, who piles up money as if the wealth he accumulates would lead somewhere, would be sufficient somewhere: he fights the impossible, a pariah confronts the universe. And that women are beautiful is known only to those who no longer desire them: as the beauty and delicacy of a bone is seen not by the dog that wishes to chew it, but by the man who does not wish to chew it.</p>"