Cercai di percorrere col pensiero la rivoluzione attraverso la quale passeremo tutti, il cuore che s'arresta, il cervello che rinuncia al pensiero, i… - Marguerite Yourcenar

Contrairement à la plupart des hommes un peu réfléchis, je n'ai pas plus l'habitude du mépris de soi que de l'amour-propre ; je sens trop que chaque acte est complet, nécessaire et inévitable, bien qu'imprévu à la minute qui précède, et dépassé à la minute qui suit. Pris dans une série de décisions toutes définitives, pas plus qu'un animal, je n'avais eu le temps d'être un problème à mes propres yeux. (p. 158-159)

Of all our games, love’s play is the only one which threatens to unsettle our soul, and is also the only one in which the player has to abandon himself to the body’s ecstasy. …Nailed to the beloved body like a slave to a cross, I have learned some secrets of life which are now dimmed in my memory by the operation of that same law which ordained that the convalescent, once cured, ceases to understand the mysterious truths laid bare by illness, and that the prisoner, set free, forgets his torture, or the conqueror, his triumph passed, forgets his glory.

I was willing to yield to nostalgia, that melancholy residue of desire.