If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The naming of cats is a difficult matter. It isn't just one of your holiday games. You may think at first I'm mad as a hatter. When I tell you a cat must have three different names.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.