Neila

“The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears no mortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it. For even so it is in all material factories. The spoken words that are inaudible among the flying spindles; those same words are plainly heard without the walls, bursting from the opened casements. Thereby have villainies been detected. Ah, mortal! then, be heedful; for so, in all this din of the great world’s loom, thy subtlest thinkings may be overheard afar.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale

“there is no recollection which time does not put an end to, and no pain which death does not remove.”
― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

“La beauté sera CONVULSIVE ou ne sera pas.”
― André Breton, Nadja

“When the soul of a man is born in this country there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.”
― James Joyce