The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

I unpetalled you, like a rose, to see your soul, and I didn't see it. But everything around -horizons of land and of seas-, everything, out to the infinite, was filled with a fragrance, enormous and alive.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

I do not cut my life up into days but my days into lives, each day, each hour, an entire life.