“I am only a literary lizard basking the day away beneath the great sun of Beauty. That's all.”

“The long days seduce all thought away, and we lie like the lizards in the sun, postponing our lives indefinitely.”

“I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition.”

“Fortune's fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.”

“I love this place; I love mountains and big skies and forests. And the weather is still supremely beautiful even though the lower peaks are powdered with fresh snow. But Heavens! What sun. It never has an ending. I am basking at this minute - half past four - too hot without a hat, & the sky is that transparent blue only to be seen in autumn - the forest trees steeped in light.”

“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.”