I must say Bernard Shaw is greatly improved by music.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time.

Humankind cannot stand reality.

This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.

It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.