Without doubt cats are intellectuals who have been, by some mysterious decree of Providence, deprived of the comfort of the word.

If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on its headstone might well be: 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.'

A copy of the universe is not what is required of art; one of the damned things is ample.

There is, of course, no reason for the existence of the male sex except that one sometimes needs help with moving the piano.

Music is part of human life and partakes of the human tragedy. There is much more music in the world than is allowed to change into heard sounds and prove its point.

the reward for total abstinence from alcohol seems, illogically enough, to be the capacity for becoming intoxicated without it.

The memory, experiencing and re-experiencing, has such power over one's mere personal life, that one has merely lived.