The people in the world, and the objects in it, and the world as a whole, are not absolute things, but on the contrary, are the phenomena of perception... If we were all alike: if we were millions of people saying do, re, mi, in unison, One poet would be enough... But we are not alone, and everything needs expounding all the time because, as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity about the perceptions of others. This is what makes it possible to go on saying new things about old things.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice