Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.

I never reread what I've written. I'm far too afraid to feel ashamed of what I've done.

Personally, I am a hedonistic reader; I have never read a book merely because it was ancient. I read books for the aesthetic emotions they offer me, and I ignore the commentaries and criticism.

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.

In fact I'm in too much of a mental muddle to know where I am - an idealist or not. I'm a mere man of letters, and I do what I can with those subjects.

We have shared out, like thieves, the amazing treasures of days and nights.

I thought of a labyrinth of labyrinths, of one sinuous spreading labyrinth that would encompass the past and the future . . . I felt myself to be, for an unknown period of time, an abstract perceiver of the world.