The world's continual breathing is what we hear and call silence.

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

For only when I err do I get away from what I know and what I understand. If "truth" were what I can understand, it would end up being but a small truth, my-sized. Truth must reside precisely in what I shall never understand.

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

Ignorance of the law of irreducibility was no excuse. I could no longer excuse myself with the claim that I didn't know the law -- for knowledge of self and of the world is the law that, even though unattainable, cannot be broken, and no one can excuse himself by saying that he doesn't know it. . . . The renewed originality of the sin is this: I have to carry out my unknowing, I shall be sinning originally against life.

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed