All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.

irony is a way of having one's cake while appearing to eat it.

In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.

We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.

Government money in the arts, I fear, can only deflect artists from their responsibility to find an authentic market for their products.

Mozart's music gives us permission to live.