A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

Genius is the recovery of childhood at will.

Only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

Eternity. It is the sea mingled with the sun.

Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

Life is the farce which everyone has to perform.

The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

True learning must not be content with ideas, which are, in fact, signs, but must discover things in their individual truth.

Writing doesn't mean necessarily putting words on a sheet of paper. You can write a chapter while walking or eating.

The only truth lies in learning to free ourselves from insane passion for the truth.

What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.

Beauty is boring because it is predictable.

A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams.

Translation is the art of failure.

Books always speak of other books.