“[Human lives] are composed like music. Guided by this sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual’s life… Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress.
It is wrong, then, to chide a novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences, but it is right to chide a man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.”
