Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

Money is always there but the pockets change.

The nineteenth century was completely lacking in logic, it had cosmic terms and hopes, and aspirations, and discoveries, and ideals but it had no logic.

I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do.

Anything one does every day is important and imposing and anywhere one lives is interesting and beautiful.

After all everybody, that is, everybody who writes is interested in living inside themselves in order to tell what is inside themselves. That is why writers have to have two countries, the one where they belong and the one in which they live really. The second one is romantic, is is separate from themselves, it is not real but it is really there.

Nature is commonplace. Imitation is more interesting.