Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

Perfumes, colours and sounds echo one another.

On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.

Genius is simply childhood, rediscovered by an act of will.

It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree.

Tell me, enigmatical man, whom do you love best, your father, Your mother, your sister, or your brother? I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother. Your friends? Now you use a word whose meaning I have never known. Your country? I do not know in what latitude it lies. Beauty? I could indeed love her, Goddess and Immortal. Gold? I hate it as you hate God. Then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger? I love the clouds the clouds that pass up there Up there the wonderful clouds!

Music fathoms the sky.