Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

We have been a little insane about the truth. We have had an obsession.

It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.