Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.

You must think that something is happening upon you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.

There are no classes in life for beginners; right away you are always asked to deal with what is most difficult.

Look, we don't love like flowers with only one season behind us; when we love, a sap older than memory rises in our arms.

We are not permitted to linger, even with what is most intimate.

Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.