nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility

Your slightest look easily will unclose me, though I have closed myself as fingers, you open petal by petal myself a Spring opens her first rose.

Only by you my heart always moves.

Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.