Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.
The snow and the storm destroy the flower; but its seed they cannot kill.
Perplexity is the beginning of knowledge.
A sense of humour is a sense of proportion.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
For the sight of the angry weather saddens my soul and the sight of the town, sitting like a bereaved mother beneath layers of ice, oppresses my heart.