How red the rose that is the soldier
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.
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.
Realism is a corruption of reality.
Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.