Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.

That's it! When you come to know men, that's how they are: too sensitive in the wrong place.

To every man who struggles with his own soul in mystery, a book that is a book flowers once, and seeds, and is gone.

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

I'm not sure if a mental relation with a woman doesn't make it impossible to love her. To know the mind of a woman is to end in hating her. Love means the pre-cognitive flow...it is the honest state before the apple.

The business of art is to reveal the relation between man and his environment.