He Who Is Obsessed By Death Is

A Child. . . Opens And Closes Like A Blossom.

He Who Is Obsessed By Death Is Made Guilty By It.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Language. Today I Hear Every Language As If It Were The Only One, And When I Hear Of One That Is Dying, It Overwhelms Me As Though It Were The Death Of The Earth.

You Have But To Know An Object By Its Proper Name For It To Lose Its Dangerous Magic.

In Eternity Everything Is Just Beginning.