Perhaps art is simply an organism's reaction against its retentive limitations.

I don't believe in that country any longer. I'm not interested. I'm writing in the language, and I like the language.

At certain periods of history it is only poetry that is capable of dealing with reality by condensing it into something graspable, something that otherwise wouldn't be retained by the mind.

All the literati keep at least one imaginary friend.

How delightful to find a friend in everyone.

The Constitution doesn't mention rain.

As to the state, from my point of view, the measure of a writer's patriotism is not oaths from a high platform, but how he writes in the language of the people among whom he lives .