It is dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the artists. Or is it always so? The poets who are most ardently on the people's side write in such a way that the people cannot see rhyme nor reason to their work.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

Solitude is one thing and loneliness is another.

Lunches are just not good. They take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning's work.

It is harder for women, perhaps to be 'one-pointed,' much harder for them to clear space around whatever it is they want to do beyond household chores and family life. Their lives are fragmented... the cry not so much for a 'a room of one's own' as time of one's own. Conflict become acute, whatever it may be about, when there is no margin left on any day in which to try at least to resolve it.

Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live.