An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.
“But to me the actual sound of the words is all important; I feel always that the words complete the music and must never be swallowed up in it.”
“Words are also seeds, and when dropped into the invisible spiritual substance, they grow and bring forth after their kind.”