The soul in the darkness sins, but the real sinner is he who caused the darkness.
O darkness, the sky is a gloomy precinct Whose door you close, and whose key the soul owns; And night divides itself in half, being diabolical and holy, Between Ilis, the black angel, and Christ, the starry Human Being.
We are for religion against the religions.
Proverty and wealth are comparative sins.
Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars
He had not yet lived long enough to have discovered that nothing is more close at hand then the impossible, and that what must be looked for is always the unforeseen.