The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.
Anything is beautiful if you say it is.
Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.
For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.