“To leave a door shut that might be open is in my eyes some form of blasphemy.”

“People should not leave looking-glasses hanging in their rooms any more then they should leave open cheque books or letters confessing some hideous crime.”

“Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.”

“All you need now is to stand at the window and let your rhythmical sense open and shut, open and shut, boldly and freely, until one thing melts in another, until the taxis are dancing with the daffodils, until a whole has been made from all these separate fragments.”

“But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell–like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye. How beautiful a street is in winter!”

“Emerged from the tentative ways, the obscurities and dazzle of youth, we look straight in front of us, ready for what may come (the door opens,the door keeps on opening). All is real; all is firm without shadow orillusion. Beauty rides our brows.”

“Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.”