a kind of memory that tells us that what we're now striving for was once nearer and truer and attached to us with infinite tenderness. Here all is distance, there it was breath. After the first home the second one seems draughty and strangely sexed.

There are moments in which a rose is more important than a piece of bread

You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world, for the fire makes a circle of light for everyone, and then no one outside learns of you. But the darkness pulls in everything: shapes and fires, animals and myself, how easily it gathers them! - powers and people - and it is possible a great energy is moving near me. I have faith in nights.

It is part of the nature of every definitive love that sooner or later it can reach the beloved only in infinity.

Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.

Young people, who are beginners in everything, cannot yet know love: they have to learn it.

Perhaps everything terrifying is deep down a helpless thing that needs our help.