Michael Le Baron

“I saw above a sea of hills
A solitary planet shine,
And there was no one, near or far,
to keep the world from being mine.”
― Sara Teasdale, Dark of the Moon

“When the starry sky, a vista of open seas, or a stained-glass window shedding purple beams fascinate me, there is a cluster of meaning, of colors, of words, of caresses, there are light touches, scents, sighs, cadences that arise, shroud me, carry me away, and sweep me beyond the things I see, hear, or think, The "sublime" object dissolves in the raptures of a bottomless memory. It is such a memory, which, from stopping point to stopping point, remembrance to remembrance, love to love, transfers that object to the refulgent point of the dazzlement in which I stray in order to be.”
― Julia Kristeva, Powers of Horror: An Essay on Abjection (European Perspectives: a Series in Social Thought & Cultural Ctiticism)

“Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“And every day,’ he went on, ‘we lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, but who is the other that hides in me?”
― Arthur Machen, The Works of Arthur Machen