All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?

O witches, O misery, O hate, to you has my treasure been entrusted! I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope. On all joy, to strangle it, I pounced with the strength of a wild beast. I called to the plagues to smother me in blood, in sand, misfortune was my God.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

No one's serious at seventeen.

I could never throw Love out of the window.