The More You Approach Infinity, The Deeper

One Must Laugh And Weep, Love, Work, Enjoy And Suffer, In Short Vibrate As Much As Possible In All His Being.

Love, She Thought, Must Come Suddenly, With Great Outbursts And Lightnings,--a Hurricane Of The Skies, Which Falls Upon Life, Revolutionises It, Roots Up The Will Like A Leaf, And Sweeps The Whole Heart Into The Abyss.

Art Is Nothing Without Form.

Poetry Is As Precise A Thing As Geometry.

Our Ignorance Of History Causes Us To Slander Our Own Times.