I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.

The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula for that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked.

Humankind cannot stand reality.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching