I know nothing and my heart aches

I don't mourn the loss of my childhood; I mourn because everything, including (my) childhood, is lost.

The human soul is an abyss

After the rains departed the skies and settled on earth - clear skies; moist brilliant earth - greater clarity returned to life alone with the blue above and made the world below rejoice with the freshness of the recent rain. It left heaven in our souls and a freshness in our hearts.

Time, which grays hair and wrinkles faces, also withers violent affections, and much more quickly.

I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.

Never having discovered qualities in myself which could attract someone else, I could never believe that anyone felt attracted to me.