letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps - who knows? - we might talk by the way.

First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

But beauty must be broken daily to remain beautiful.

I am reading six books at once, the only way of reading; since, as you will agree, one book is only a single unaccompanied note, and to get the full sound, one needs ten others at the same time.

Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

I feel my brains, like a pear, to see if it's ripe; it will be exquisite by September.