The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.

A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.

A crowd pagan as ever imperial Rome was, eager, careless, with an animal vigour unlike that of any European crowd that I have ever looked at.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

Artists are the antennae of the race.