The mind is smaller than the eye.
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.
The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.
Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal.
The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.