All those who try to unveil the mysteries always have tragic lives. At the end they are always punished. Under a Glass Bell (1944)
I am the one who has felt most deeply the stuttering of the tongue in its relation to thought. Under a Glass Bell (1944)
I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it is charged with essences, it is a strangely alive silence, like a trap open over a well, from which one can hear the secret murmur of the earth itself. Under a Glass Bell (1944)