In America the cohesion was a matter of choice and will. But in Europe it was organic.

Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

And every true artist is the salvation of every other. But only artists produce for each other the world that is fit to live in.

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent.

In America the cohesion was a matter of choice and will. But in Europe it was organic.

We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos.

I want to live my life so that my nights are not full of regrets.