西风多少恨 吹不散眉弯

十年纳兰，十年风雨不由人，十年踪迹十年心。

论摄影

人类无可救赎地留在柏拉图的洞穴里，老习惯未改，依然在并非真实本身而仅是真实的影像中陶醉。

流萤集

White and pink oleanders meet and make merry in different dialects.白白粉粉的夹竹桃聚在一起，用各自不同的方言说笑逗趣。

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.