To run over better waters the little vessel of my genius now hoists her sails, as she leaves behind her a sea so cruel.

The man who lies asleep will never waken fame, and his desire and all his life drift past him like a dream, and the traces of his memory fade from time like smoke in air, or ripples on a stream.

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

Now you know how much my love for you burns deep in me when I forget about our emptiness, and deal with shadows as with solid things.

When we encountered a band of souls coming along the barrier, and each was gazing at us in the evening people gaze at one another under the new moon

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.