He Who Is Not Master

I Am In The Night. There Is A Being Who Has Gone Away And Carried The Heavens With Her. Oh! To Be Laid Side By Side In The Same Tomb, Hand Clasped In Hand, And From Time To Time, In The Darkness, To Caress A Finger Gently, That Would Suffice For My Eternity.

My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley.

There Is No More Sovereign Eloquence Than The Truth In Indignation.

Genius Is A Promontory Jutting Out Into The Infinite.

The Word Is The Verb, And The Verb Is God.