The Lake And The Mountains Have Become

One Of Them, For Example, Which Will Probably Haunt Me More Than Any Other Is The Problem Of Communication.

The Lake And The Mountains Have Become My Landscape, My Real World.

And Boucard Desisted, Probably Because Like Everyone Else He Was Deeply Impressed By This Man Who Had Laid All Ghosts, Who Had Lost All Shadows, And Who Stared You In The Eyes With Cold Serenity.

If Your Vision Of The World Is Of A Certain Kind You Will Put Poetry In Everything, Necessarily.

It Just Happened. As Though A Moment Comes When It's Both Necessary And Natural To Make A Decision That Has Long Since Been Made.