Could we change our attitude, we should not only see life differently, but life itself would come to be different.

It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.

The whole world shall be ours because of our love.

I am a recluse at present & do nothing but write & read & read & write

I love the evening star. Does that sound foolish? I used to go into the backyard, after sunset, and wait for it until it shone above the dark gum tree. I used to whisper 'There you are, my darling.' And just in that first moment it seemed to be shining for me alone. It seemed to understand this ... something which is like longing, and yet it is not longing. Or regret - it is more like regret.

I love the night. I love to feel the tide of darkness rising, slowly and slowly washing, turning over and over, lifting, floating, all that lies strewn upon the dark beach, all that lies hid in rocky hollows.

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?