You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.

The swan, like the soul of the poet, By the dull world is ill understood.

Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle. For it stands halfway between thought and phenomenon, between spirit and matter.

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.