Asia surrounds us — wherever one's glance rests, a Tartar physiognomy. — Thomas Mann

Rough translation of this passage written in French: The body, love, death, these three are just one. For the body, this is the disease and exquisite delight, and this that does die, yes, they are carnal both of them, love and death, and thus their terror and their great magic!

Translation: What we call mourning for our dead is perhaps not so much grief at not being able to call them back as it is grief at not being able to want to do so.

Love for him, for the human body, was extremely humanitarian an interest and had more educational power than the whole teaching skills of the world!