Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.

It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

The historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.