I Know Simply That The Sky Will

We Turn Toward God Only To Obtain The Impossible.

Truth Is Not A Virtue, But A Passion. It Is Never Charitable.

If The World Were Clear, Art Would Not Exist.

This World, Such As It Is, Is Not Tolerable. Therefore I Need The Moon, Or Happiness, Or Immortality, I Need Something Which Is Perhaps Demented, But Which Is Not Of This World.

What Is A Firm Hand To Me, Of What Use To Me Is This Astonishing Power If I Cannot Change The Order Of Things, If I Cannot Make The Sun Set In The East, That Suffering Diminish And That Beings No Longer Die?