The joyful heart sees and reads the world with a sense of freedom and graciousness.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
The Christian conceives of his abode on Earth in no more delightful colors than the Jainist sectarian. He sees in it only a time of sad trial; he also thinks that his true country is not of this world.
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.
However, intention needn’t enter in, and if a reader sees things in a religious way, and the work is dogmatically acceptable, then I don’t see why it should not be interpreted in that way, as well as in others.
The artist alone sees spirits. But after he has told of their appearing to him, everybody sees them.
If the individual, or heretic, gets hold of some essential truth, or sees some error in the system being practiced, he commits so many marginal errors himself that he is worn out before he can establish his point.
The disembodied spirit is immortal; there is nothing of it that can grow old or die. But the embodied spirit sees death on the horizon as soon as its day dawns.
The doctor sees all the weakness of mankind; the lawyer all the wickedness, the theologian all the stupidity.
What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato’s cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don’t know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?