Why is it that my heart is so touched whenever I meet a dog lost in our noisy streets? Why do I feel such anguished pity when I see one of these creatures coming and going, sniffing everyone, frightened, despairing of even finding its master?

Respectable people... What bastards!

An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

The vague torment of ... ambition.

Every wave is a water sprite who swims in the current, each current is a path which snakes towards my palace, and my palace is fluidly built at the bottom of the lake, in the triangle of earth, fire and water.

Has science ever retreated? No! It is Catholicism which has always retreated before her, and will always be forced to retreat.

The day is not far off when one ordinary carrot may be pregnant with revolution.