Colours are what drive me most strongly.

This is the simplest of all thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever.