Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.

I had a glorious father, I had no father at all.

The delight we find in art amounts to recognition of a saving grace, to an acknowledgment that the problem of life has a solution implicit in its own nature, though not yet formulated by the intellect.

In England and America a beard usually means that its owner would rather be considered venerable than virile; on the continent of Europe it often means that its owner makes a special claim to virility.

Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow.

Nobody likes having salt rubbed into their wounds, even if it is the salt of the earth.

Mozart eliminates the idea of haste from life. His airs could not lag as they make their journey through the listener's attention; they are not the right shape for loitering. But it is as true that they never rush, they are never headlong or helter-skelter, they splash no mud, they raise no dust.