Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.
My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.
All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.
I am proud to be an emotionalist.