I am a house gutted by fire where only the guilty sometimes sleep before the punishment that devours them hounds them out in the open.

The future enters into us, in order to transform itself in us, long before it happens.

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of thempressed me against his heart: I would be consumedin that overwhelming existence. For beauty is nothingbut the beginning of terror, which we still are just able to endure,and we are so awed because it serenely disdainsto annihilate us. Every angel is terrifying.

As people used to be wrong about the motion of the sun, so they are still wrong about the motion of the future. The future stands still, it is we who move in infinite space.

I think of you often, dear, and with such concentrated wishes that it really must help you in some way.

Be-and yet know the great void where all things begin, the infinite source of your own most intense vibration, so that, this once, you may give it your perfect assent.

Every happiness is the child of a separation it did not think it could survive.