We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.

Spira, spera. (breathe, hope)

Great griefs exhaust. They discourage us with life. The man into whom they enter feels something taken from him. In youth, their visit is sad; later on, it is ominous.

Not seeing people allows you to think of them as perfect in all kinds of ways.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

A phenomenon often seen. A sceptic adhering to a believer; that is as simple as the law of the complementary colours. What we lack attracts us. Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

Every bird which flies has the thread of the infinite in its claw. Germination includes the hatching of a meteor and the tap of a swallow's bill breaking the egg, and it leads forward the birth of an earth-worm and the advent of Socrates.