All are / naked, none is safe.

One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?

There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.

Below the incandescent stars / below the incandescent fruit, / the strange experience of beauty; / its existence is too much; / it tears one to pieces / and each fresh wave of consciousness / is poison.