In the woods where snow is thick, bars of sunlight lay like pale fire.

The mind I love must have wild places.

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinions of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.

You have never been curious about me; you never wanted to explore my soul.

Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have ever known.

The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light.

I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.