金阁寺

尽管没有风，可我觉得池中的月亮都粉碎了。

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。

风会记得一朵花的香

曾经我想过一个问题：这凡尘到底有什么可留恋的？原来，都是这些小欢喜啊。它们在我的生命里，唱着歌，跳着舞。活着，也就成了一件特别让人不舍的事情。

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.