The mere word freedom is the only one that still excites me. I deem it capable of indefinitely sustaining the old human fanaticism. It doubtless satisfies my only legitimate aspiration. Among all the many misfortunes to which we are heir, it is only fair to admit that we are allowed the greatest degree of freedom of thought. It is up to us not to misuse it. To reduce the imagination to a state of slavery-even though it would mean the elimination of what is commonly called happiness-is to betray all sense of absolute justice within oneself.

We all love conflagrations. When the sky changes color, it is a dead man's passing.

Nothing that surrounds us is object, all is subject.

How small these rescued tides appear! Earthly delights flow in torrents. Each object offers paradise.

Words have finished flirting. Now they are making love.

Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.