“… as a breath of wind or some echo rebounds from smooth
surfaces and returns to the source from which it issued, so
the stream of beauty passes back into its possessor through
his eyes, its natural route to the soul; arriving there and setting
him aflutter, it waters the passages of the feathers and causes
the wings to grow, and fills the soul of the loved one in his turn
with love.”

— Plato. Phaedrus.