We Don't See Things As They Are,

Your Eyes Make Me Shy

The Period Without The Diary Remains An Ordeal. Every Evening I Want My Diary As One Wants Opium.

When You Possess Light Within, You See It Externally.

We Three Belong To The Middle Ages. We Have This Need Of Heroism, And There Is No Place For Such Feelings In Modern Life. That Is Our Tragedy. Once I Wanted To Be A Saint. It Seemed The Only Absolute Act Left To Do, For What Is Most Powerful In Me Is The Craving For Purity, Greatness.

The Earth Is Heavy And Opaque Without Dreams.