My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.

Art begins when a man wishes to immortalize the most vivid moment he has ever lived.

Night, a more perfect day.

There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

Vaguely conscious of that great suspense in which we live, we find our escape from its sterile, annihilating reality in many dreams, in religion, passion, art.

A place has almost the shyness of a person, with strangers; and its secret is not to be surprised by a too direct interrogation.

As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.