Nature has a counterpart, a representation of every interior mood and obscure perception of man.

One should be allowed to choose one's burden.

Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup.

There are two kinds of reading, reading which is contemplation - even a kind of vision & reading for information. For the first only the best will do, for the rest - then one can let in anything one would like to read in the world.

The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.

Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.

I cannot remember a time when I was not enraptured or tortured by words. Always there have been words which, sometimes for their sound alone, sometimes for their sound and sense, I would not use. From a loathing of their grossness or sickliness, their weight or want of weight. Their inexactitude, their feeling of acidity or insipidity. Their action, not only on the intelligence but on the nerves, was instant.