I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.

It's a lot to ask of one creature, it's a lot to ask, that he should first behave as if he were not, then as if he were, before being admitted to that peace where he neither is, nor is not, and where the language dies that permits of such expressions.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.

We are not saints, but we have kept our appointment. How many people can boast as much?

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.