Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?

I am the slave of my baptism. Parents, you have caused my misfortune, and you have caused your own.

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

True life is elsewhere

. . . be absolute moderne.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn