If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.
Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!...
Isn't joyful or painful this pain in which I rejoice
Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?
Lord, may the pain be ours, And the weakness that it brings, But at least give us the strength, Of not showing it to anyone!
There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness
To be great, be whole; Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you. Be whole in everything. Put all you are Into the smallest thing you do. So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor Because it blooms up above.
To be understood is to prostitute oneself
