O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself.
Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.
All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.
Be not ashamed women, ... You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.