The sea is an idiom I cannot decipher.

The execution was set for the 29th of March, at nine in the morning. This delay was due to a desire on the part of the authorities to act slowly and impersonally, in the manner of planets or vegetables.

A system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.

Heaven and hell seem out of proportion to me: the actions of men do not deserve so much.

Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.

One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite.

Leaving behind the babble of the plaza, I enter the Library. I feel, almost physically, the gravitation of the books, the enveloping serenity of order, time magically dessicated and preserved.