Adversity Makes Men, And Prosperity Makes Monsters.

Scepticism, That Dry Caries Of The Intelligence.

Symmetry Is Tedious, And Tedium Is The Very Basis Of Mourning. Despair Yawns.

What Matters Deafness Of The Ear, When The Mind Hears? The One True Deafness, The Incurable Deafness, Is That Of The Mind.

All That Was Neither A City, Nor A Church, Nor A River, Nor Color, Nor Light, Nor Shadow: It Was Reverie. For A Long Time, I Remained Motionless, Letting Myself Be Penetrated Gently By This Unspeakable Ensemble, By The Serenity Of The Sky And The Melancholy Of The Moment. I Do Not Know What Was Going On In My Mind, And I Could Not Express It; It Was One Of Those Ineffable Moments When One Feels Something In Himself Which Is Going To Sleep And Something Which Is Awakening.

Often When We Think We Are Knotting One Thread, We Are Tying Quite Another.