But words have been used too often; touched and turned, and left exposed to the dust of the street. The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.

I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.

Wine has a drastic, an astringent taste. I cannot help wincing as I drink. Ascent of flowers, radiance and heat, are distilled here to a fiery, yellow liquid. Just behind my shoulder-blades some dry thing, wide-eyed, gently closes, gradually lulls itself to sleep. This is rapture. This is relief.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

The world is crammed with delightful things

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

For nothing was simply one thing.