"... must be blind or extremely dry at the sight of a butterfly if you do not feel a joy, a piece of boyish charm, a butterfly is a thrill of stupore.La something special, not an animal like the others, the bottom is not really an animal but the last, higher, more festive and all vitally important essence of an animal ... The butterfly does not live to eat and grow old, lives only for love. They seem to have been invented by gentle, graceful and witty genes imagine, with delicate pleasure of creation, specifically as decorations, as an ornament, like jewels, like small, sparkling works of art. It is ephemeral as an emblem of what lasts forever ... "
H. HESSE