To see we must forget the name of the thing we are looking at.
All of a sudden I had the revelation of how enchanting my pond was.
My life has been nothing but a failure.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.
I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.