I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

For me writing is like breathing. I could not live without breathing and I could not live without writing.

The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...

About me, nothing worse they will tell you, my love, than what I told you

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

So the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb.