My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

«¡No renuncies jamás a tus sueños, los cuerdos nada saben del sueño admirable de un loco!»

Each day we’re one step further into Hell,Content to move across the stinking pit.

Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.