The soul is often in the surface, and the importance of 'depth' is overestimated.

Yet, even now, ever time (often) that I find that I don't understand something, then instinctively, I'm filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp that other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.

The sea where living creatures were at one time immersed is now enclosed within their bodies.

If you want to know how much darkness there is around you, you must sharpen your eyes, peering at the faint lights in the distance.

We could say, then, that man is an instrument the world employs to renew its own image constantly.

It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.

Each sort of cheese reveals a pasture of a different green, under a different sky.