To Go Upstairs In The

Here Is Menard's Own Intimate Forest: 'now I Am Traversed By Bridle Paths, Under The Seal Of Sun And Shade...i Live In Great Density...shelter Lures Me. I Slump Down Into The Thick Foliage...in The Forest, I Am My Entire Self. Everything Is Possible In My Heart Just As It Is In The Hiding Places In Ravines. Thickly Wooded Distance Separates Me From Moral Codes And Cities.

To Disappear Into Deep Water Or To Disappear Toward A Far Horizon, To Become Part Of Depth Of Infinity, Such Is The Destiny Of Man That Finds Its Image In The Destiny Of Water.

He Who Ceases To Learn Cannot Adequately Teach.

An Excess Of Childhood Is The Germ Of A Poem.

Two Half Philosophers Will Probably Never A Whole Metaphysician Make.