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

It gives a man character as a poet to have a daily contact with a job. I doubt whether I've lost a thing by leading an exceedingly regular and disciplined life.

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

It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

Anything is beautiful if you say it is.

The point of vision and desire are the same.