当时只道是寻常

想起一个独自生活在沙漠里眺望西边白陀山的男人曾经说过，年轻的时候总想知道山的那边是什么，其实山的那边还是山，当你到达那儿，你或许会觉得还是这边更好。没有得到的感情就像一座想攀却没有攀上的山，横亘在心脏底部。然而有时候，攀过去了，又怎样呢？我们已经不再迷信得到。

狂喜的艺术

这就是静心的艰难所在，这就是静心的严峻所在：一个人必须跳进死亡。存在的悖论，存在的辩证法就是这样运作的：如果你愿意去死，这种愿意就使你不死；但是如果你不愿意去死，这种不愿意、这种对生的过分的执着和欲望，却使你死亡。

愿风裁尘

闲来春雨秋风凉，一过淮河日影长。院落黄发跳石阶，石阶青绿转鹅黄。

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.