“Every artist is an unhappy lover. And unhappy lovers want to tell their story.”

“I found that what I had desired all my life was not to live - if what others are doing is called living - but to express myself.”

“Wildness is the preservation of the World.”

“Autumn teaches us that fruition is also death; that ripeness is a form of decay. The willows, having stood for so long near water, begin to rust. Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.”

“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”

“Chaos is rejecting all you have learned, Chaos is being yourself.”

“Beauty made you love, and love made you beautiful.”

“The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing.”