I have visited the works of art at length in Florence. For hours at a time I have sat before a particular painting and shaped my opinion of it, and then later compared it to Burckhardt’s fine judgments. And look: my opinion was like that of so many others.
Once, studying Botticelli’s Magnificat, I forgot any judgment of my own or of others. That is when it happened: I recognized a battle and was awarded a victory. And my joy was like no other.
— Rilke, Early Journals