“Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.”
“Again I see you, But me I don't see!, The magical mirror in which I saw myself has been broken, And only a piece of me I see in each fatal fragment - Only a piece of you and me!...”
“The human soul is an abyss”
“The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.”
“pg.9 "In my heart there's a peaceful anguish, and my calm is made of resignation.”
“Decadence is the total loss of unconsciousness, which is the very basis of life. Could it think, the heart would stop beating.”