The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Money is a kind of poetry.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

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

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.

Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.