The secret seemed to me much more mysterious than that; it was the secret, I thought, of one who had known death; for I moved a stranger among ordinary people, like a man who has risen from the grave, and at first I merely felt rather painfully out of my element; but soon I became aware of a very different feeling.
Was it pride now? Perhaps; but at any rate there was no trace of vanity mixed with it. It was rather, for the first time, the consciousness of my own worth. What separated me - distinguished me - from other people was crucial; what no one said, what no one could say but myself, that was my task to say.

تقبَّل كل ما تحصل عليه، لكن لا تتطلع إلى المزيد.

[...] je ne savais rien exprimer du transport nouveau de mon cœur; mais je pressais sa tête contre mon cœur et sur son front mes lèvres par où mon âme s'écoulait.