Weakness or strength: you exist, that is strength. You don't know where you are going or why you are going, go in everywhere, answer everyone. No one will kill you, any more than if you were a corpse.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

Romanticism has never been properly judged. Who was there to judge it? The critics!

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation

True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse’.