-ingen Penge mere og kan ikke arbejde, blaut, Far, udsuget, Fan danse mig.

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you.

Were I more conversant with literature and its great names, I could go on quoting them ad infinitum and acknowledge my debt for the merit you have been generous enough to find in my work.

Se nu er jeg borte fra byens larm og
trængsel og aviser og mennesker, jeg er
flygtet fra det altsammen fordi det igjen
kaldte på mig fra landet og ensomheten
hvor jeg er fra. Du skal se det kommer
til å gå godt! Tænker jeg og har atter det
bedste håp. Ak jeg har gjort en slik flugt
før og er atter vendt tilbake til byen. Og
atter flyktet.

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

The writer must be able to revel and roll in the abundance of words; he must know not only the direct but also the secret power of a word. There are overtones and undertones to a word, and lateral echoes, too.