And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent

What am I doing here?

Hay que ser absolutamente Moderno

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

What an old maid I'm getting to be. lacking the courage to be in love with death!

There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them.