An unmanly sort of man whose love life seems to have been largely confined to crying in laps and playing mouse.

Learn from your dreams what you lack.

Music can be made anywhere, is invisible and does not smell.

Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profoundly shared some experience with another...

The most difficult problem in personal knowledge, whether of oneself or of others, is the problem of guessing when to think as a historian and when to think as an anthropologist.

Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.