The world is not with us enough. O taste and see.

I like the juicy stem of grass that grows within the coarser leaf folded round, and the butteryellow glow in the narrow flute from which the morning-glory open…

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote the line.

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical guise.

As soon as you see something, you already start to intellectualize it. As soon as you intellectualize something, it is no longer what you saw.

No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is g…