I dreamed of Crusades, voyages of discovery that nobody had heard of, republics without histories, religious wars stamped out, revolutions in morals, movements of races and continents; I used to believe in every kind of magic. I began it as an investigation. I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

You will always be a hyena.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

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

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

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.