I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.

Art is the escape from personality.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

not fare well, but fare forward

time past and time future what might have been and what has been point to one end, which is always present.

Trying to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure Because one has only learnt to get the better of words For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.