It may be that universal history is the history of the different intonations given a handful of metaphors.

Besides, rereading, not reading, is what counts.

Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.

The certainty that everything has already been written annuls us, or renders us phantasmal.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

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 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.