... A La Recherche du Temps Perdu is like a beautiful hand with long fingers reaching out to pluck a perfect fruit, without error,for the accurate eye knows well it is growing just there on the branch, while Ulysses is the fumbling of a horned hand in darkness after a doubted jewel.

music is a missionary effort to colonize earth for imperialistic heaven.

The Portrait of a Lady is entirely successful in giving one the sense of having met somebody far too radiantly good for this world.

You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.

Of Virginia Woolf: The talent of this generation which is most certain of survival.

Women know the damnation of charity because the habit of civilization has always been to throw them cheap alms rather than give them good wages.