It Is Death That Is The Guide

The Value Of Ourselves Is But The Value Of Our Melancholy And Our Disquiet.

To Have Known How To Change The Past Into A Few Saddened Smiles-is This Not To Master The Future?

The Decent Moderation Of Today Will Be The Least Of Human Things Tomorrow. At The Time Of The Spanish Inquisition, The Opinion Of Good Sense And Of The Good Medium Was Certainly That People Ought Not To Burn Too Large A Number Of Heretics; Extreme And Unreasonable Opinion Obviously Demanded That They Should Burn None At All.

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.