The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

My wisdom is as spurned as chaos. What is my nothingness, compared to the amazement that awaits you?

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.