Strideth over all mountains, and laugheth at all tragedies

The end of a melody is not its goal; but nonetheless, if the melody had not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.

In pain there is as much wisdom as in pleasure: like the latter it is one of the best self preservatives of a species.

The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.

Bad cooks - and the utter lack of reason in the kitchen - have delayed human development longest and impaired it most.

It is perhaps just dawning on five or six minds that physics, too, is only an interpretation and exegesis of the world (to suit us, if I may say so!) and not a world-explanation.

The spirit of the poet craves spectators... even if only buffaloes.