You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate.

Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.

Nonsense and beauty have close connections.

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.