Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper, that we may record our emptiness.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness, and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love.
My enemy said to me, "Love your enemy." And I obeyed him and loved myself.
Your whole duty as a writer is to please and satisfy yourself, and the true writer always plays to an audience of one. Start sniffing the air, or glancing at the Trend Machine, and you are as good as dead, although you may make a nice living.
"Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write."
Genius, in truth, means little more than the faculty of perceiving in an unhabitual way.