1. 10

    Deeply I go down into myself. My god is Dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.

  2. 9

    Whoever you are, go out into the evening, leaving your room, of which you know every bit; your house is the last before the infinite, whoever you are.

  3. 8

    We know that a man can read Goethe or Rilke in the evening, that he can play Bach and Schubert, and go to his day's work at Auschwitz in the morning.