Wisdom Is A Sacred Communion.

O Darkness, The Sky Is A Gloomy Precinct Whose Door You Close, And Whose Key The Soul Owns; And Night Divides Itself In Half, Being Diabolical And Holy, Between Ilis, The Black Angel, And Christ, The Starry Human Being.

You Have Enemies? Why, It Is The Story Of Every Man Who Has Done A Great Deed Or Created A New Idea.

Man Does Not Understand Nor Accept Immortality Except On Condition Of Self-remembrance.

Youth, Even In Its Sorrows, Always Has A Brilliancy Of Its Own.

It Is Not So Easy To Keep Silent When The Silence Is A Lie.