“To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?”

“Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?”

“What am I doing here?”

“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.”

“And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”

“In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me.- Bad Blood”

“À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)”