If this be to have sense, if to be awake Be but to see this bright, great sleep of things, For the rarer potion mine own dreams I'll take And for truth commune with imaginings

I'm a man for whom the outside world is an inner Reality.

In this metallic age of barbarians, only a relentless cultivation of our ability to dream, to analyse and to captivate can prevent our personality from degenerating into nothing or else into a personality like all the rest.

...the painful intensity of my sensations, even when they're happy ones; the blissful intensity of my sensations, even when they're sad.

The startling reality of things is my discovery every single day.

Life hurls us like a stone, and we sail through the air saying, "look at me move.

I'd like to be in the country so that I'd could like being in the city.