What if one were up there, drifting about among suns and feeling the tails of comets fan one's forehead! How small the earth was and how puny the peo….

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in….

Were I more conversant with literature and its great names, I could go on quoting them ad infinitum and acknowledge my debt for the merit you have be….

The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one--I asked t….

Today riches and honours have been lavished on me, but one gift has been lacking, the most important one of all, the only one that matters, the gift ….

And love became the world's origin and the world's ruler, yet littered its path is with flowers and blood, flowers and blood..

A word can be transformed into a coulour, light, a smell; it is the writer's task to use it in such a way that it serves, never fails, can never be i….

What will I do when I can no longer dig?.

Great men are excellent topics of conversation, but the superior man, the superior men, the masters, the universal spirits on horseback, have to stop….

...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell ….

But now the world breaks in on us, the world is shocked, the world looks upon our idyll as madness. The world maintains that no rational man or woman….

Language must resound with all the harmonies of music. The writer must always, at all times, find the tremulous word which captures the thing and is ….

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways..

The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into being first of all? Man, a human being, the first that came here. There ….

Earth and sea merged, the sea tossed itself in the air in a fantastic dance, into the shapes of men and horses and tattered banners. I stood in the l….

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace..

I have had much to learn from Sweden's poetry and, more especially, from her lyrics of the last generation..

The whisper of the blood and the pleading of the bone marrow..

I suffered no pain, my hunger had taken the edge off; instead I felt pleasantly empty, untouched by everything around me and happy to be unseen by al….

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me...everything was silent-everything. But upon the heights soughed the everlasting song, the v….

I was conscious all the time that I was following mad whims without being able to do anything about it … . Despite my alienation from myself at that ….