Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In

Our Dreams Are A Second Life. I Have Never Been Able To Penetrate Without A Shudder Those Ivory Or Horned Gates Which Separate Us From The Invisible World.

Nothing Is Indifferent, Nothing Is Powerless In The Universe; An Atom Might Destroy Everything, An Atom Might Save Everything!

Every Flower Is A Soul Blossoming In Nature.

Our Dreams Are A Second Life.

The First Moments Of Sleep Are An Image Of Death; A Hazy Torpor Grips Our Thoughts And It Becomes Impossible For Us To Determine The Exact Instant When The I, Under Another Form, Continues The Task Of Existence.