Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky to cause a hundred veils to fall...
My work always tried to unite the true with the beautiful but when I had to...
Man has as it were become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs he is truly magnificent but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble at times.