I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

Because of impatience we were driven out [of Paradise]; because of impatience we cannot return.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

The whole visible world is perhaps nothing more than the rationalization of a man who wants to find peace for a moment.

There is a destination but no way there; what we refer to as way is hesitation.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.