Sometimes My Characters Are Not Myself.

This, In Fact, Is The Power Of The Imagination, Which, Combining The Memory Of Gold With That Of The Mountain, Can Compose The Idea Of A Golden Mountain.

I Was In A Maze. No Matter Which Way I Turned, It Was The Wrong Way.

I Have Lost The Freedom Of Not Having An Opinion.

Poetry Is Not A Matter Of Feelings, It Is A Matter Of Language. It Is Language Which Creates Feelings.

I Enjoyed Your Article, But I Preferred My Own.