Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

To Become Properly Acquainted With A Truth, We Must First Have Disbelieved It, And Disputed Against It.

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.

The Artist Belongs To His Work, Not The Work To The Artist.

Accident Is Simply Unforeseen Order.