All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.

Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.

Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.

It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.

Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-