His heart is a desert island.... The whole scope, the whole energy of his mind surround and protect him; his depths isolate him and guard him against the truth. He flatters himself that he is entirely alone there.... Patience, dear lady. Perhaps, one day, he will discover some footprint on the sand.... What holy and happy terror, what salutary fright, once he recognizes in that pure sign of grace that his island is mysteriously inhabited!
Paul ValeryWhat one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.
Paul ValeryThe universe is built on a plan the profound symmetry of which is somehow present in the inner structure of our intellect.
Paul Valery