Happy are the beloved and the lovers and those who can live without love.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.

My friends tell me that I am an intruder, that I don't really write when I attempt poetry. But those of my friends who write in prose say that I'm no writer when I attempt prose. So really I don't know what to do, I'm in a quandary.

The steps a man takes from the day of his birth until that of his death trace in time an inconcievable figure. The Divine Mind intuitively grasps that form immediately, as men do a triangle.

We have a very precise image - an image at times shameless - of what we have lost, but we are ignorant of what may follow or replace it.

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.

Reality is not always probable, or likely.