As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen. - Arthur Rimbaud

I could never throw Love out of the window.

As of today, I rebel against death! Work seems frivolous; I'm a proud man, and a lifetime's work would be too brief an agony for me. At the last moment, I'd attack...to the right...to the left...And then — oh! — sweet old soul of mine, eternity would not have been wasted on us!

كنت أصرفُ إلى الشيطان أكاليل الشهداء وإشعاعات الفن وخيلاء المخترعين وحميّة النهّابين؛ كنت أعود إلى الشرق، إلى الحكمة البادئة السرمديّة