We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

Everything can be found at sea according to the spirit of your quest.

... it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.