Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

Multipliquei-me para me sentir.

On the road halfway between faith and criticism stands the inn of reason. Reason is faith in what can be understood without faith, but it's still a faith, since to understand presupposes that there's something understandable.

But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.

I am nothing. I'll never be anything. I couldn't want to be something. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world.

The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own

Every spoken word double-crosses us. The written word is the only tolerable form of communication, as it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.