Balthasar's Odyssey

What's a year in comparison with eternity? what's a day? an hour? a second? Such measures have meaning only for a heart that's still beating.

I look at the world and my own life as if I were a stranger. I wish for nothing, except perhaps that time would stop.

...people always manage to 'prove' what they want to believe; they'd be just as well off if they tried to prove the opposite.

What strange times we live in, when good must disguise itself in the tawdry rags of evil!

Some women's arms are places of exile; others are a native land.

Perhaps writing only arouses the passions in order to allay them, as beaters flush out the game in order to expose it to the hunter's arrows.

So I've become an exile without ever leaving my country.

Some women's arms are placed of exile; others are a native land.

...it's better to wake up amid the pangs of desire than amid those of remorse.