Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.

The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality. Rhythm might be described as, to the world of sound, what light is to the world of sight. It shapes and gives new meaning. Rhythm was described by Schopenhauer as melody deprived of its pitch.

I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.