Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

The author's conviction on this day of New Year is that music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance; that poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music; but this must not be taken as implying that all good music is dance music or all poetry lyric. Bach and Mozart are never too far from physical movement.

The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.

Until you know who has lent what to whom, you know nothing whatever of politics, you know nothing whatever of history, you know nothing of international wrangles.

It doesn't matter which leg of your table you make first, so long as the table has four legs and will stand up solidly when you have finished it.

Technique is the test of sincerity. If a thing isn't worth getting the technique to say, it is of inferior value.