“On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.I will let the wind bathe my bare ...”

“Love...no such thing.Whatever it is that binds families and married couples together, that's not love. That's stupidity or selfishness or fear. Love doesn't exist. Self interest exists, attachment ...”

“O seasons, O castles,What soul is without flaws?All its lore is known to me,Felicity, it enchants us all.”

“Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.”

“ l'aurore, arms d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. ”

“In the great glasshouses streaming with condensation, the children in mourning-dress beheld marvels.”