The Sun, the hearth of affection and life, pours burning love on the delighted earth.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

You will always be a hyena.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.

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