I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.

Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

How grudging memory is, and how bitterly she clutches the raw material of her daily work.