Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

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

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.

No one's serious at seventeen.

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

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

Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.