Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

In the end is my beginning.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.