The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
Every body drags its shadow, and every mind its doubt.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.
I am an intelligent river which has reflected successively all the banks before which it has flowed by meditating only on the images offered by those changing shores.
The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land.