Misfortune Was My God.

The Wolf Howled Under The Leaves And Spit Out The Prettiest Feathers Of His Meal Of Fowl: Like Him I Consume Myself.

Only Divine Love Bestows The Keys Of Knowledge.

I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent

The Only Unbearable Thing Is That Nothing Is Unbearable.

I May Die Of Earthly Love, Or Of Devotion.