Ştiu că există un singur suflet, răsfrânt în mii de atitudini trecătoare. - Mircea Eliade

Nu înveti bine si cu placere decît ceea ce cunosti deja.

Every world is the work of the gods, for it was either created directly by the gods or was consecrated, hence cosmicized, by men ritually reactualizing the paradigmatic act of Creation. This is as much as to say that religious man can live only in a sacred world, because it is only in such a world that he participates in being, that he has a real existence. This religious need expresses an unquenchable ontological thirst. Religious man thirsts for being. His terror of the chaos that surrounds his inhabited world corresponds to his terror of nothingness. The unknown space that extends beyond his world – an uncosmicized because unconsecrated space, a mere amorphous extent into which no orientation has yet been projected, and hence in which no structure has yet arisen – for religious man, this profane space represents absolute nonbeing. If, by some evil chance, he strays into it, he feels emptied of his ontic substance, as if he were dissolving in Chaos, and he finally dies.

Străzile miros întotdeauna altfel. Fiecare stradă are mirosul ei special și parcă lumina lor e felurită, e personală; sunt oameni care par mai frumoși, sau mai tineri, pe anumite străzi. Sunt străzi bune, altele rele; sunt unele cu prezențe fantastice, altele frivole. Și vitrinele au fiecare un strigăt al lor, neînțeles de toată lumea.[...] A nimerit o stradă bună, asta e. O stradă pe care eu pot vorbi, o stradă care să-mi descopere deodată ceva de care să mă pot agăța. Și o vitrină în fața căreia voi putea reflecta.