It is said that the ancient general Vitellius financed his military ambitions with the sale of a single pearl, snatched from his mother's ear. We still treasure these gems, if somewhat less than did those notoriously excessive Romans. Perhaps we so love pearls because, as the only jewels made from living matter, they directly connect us to struggle made beautiful. Those glimmering spheres you see dangling from ears and necks all began as vile things - uninvited houseguests soothed by their gracious and patient hosts. Federico Fellini put it best: "All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography."
- Unknown (Article taken from a Newspaper 5 years ago).