鱼丽之宴

人们看我的画，我看人们的眼睛。

草叶集

我看见一方土地，一片天空，还有四季。我遇见了爱情，真实的碎片，以及各种欲望和失望。我生活在土地上，渐渐明亮清晰。有一天，我会死去：这是多么神奇的规律，很简单！其他更美好的事情也会发生在我身上吗？不可能。我体验得最完整、最完美的，就是人的命运。不可能再有什么更美好的事情了。

素履之往

我的迷茫和胆怯也一直都在，但我告诉自己，就算是万丈深渊，走下去，也是前程万里。

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.