Music is only love looking for words.

Shyness has laws you can only give yourself; tragically to those who least understand.

I have decided to leave Clea’s last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to her own needs and desires, to come to me if she has need or not, as the case may be. Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.

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

Truth disappears with the telling of it.