Perfectly ordered disorder designed with a helter-skelter magnificence.

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

I wonder why we are always sort of ashamed of our best parts and try to hide them. We don't mind ridicule of our 'sillinesses' but of our 'sobers'.

Writing is a strong easement for perplexity. My life is a map, spread out with all the rivers and hills showing.

There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

Art being so much greater than ourselves, it will not give up once it has taken hold.

Twenty can't be expected to tolerate sixty in all things, and sixty gets bored stiff with twenty's eternal love affairs.