Music is the best means we have of digesting time.

Of course,Behaviourism 'works'. So does torture.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

All sins tend to be addictive, and the terminal point of addiction is damnation.

It is already possible to imagine a society in which the majority of the population, that is to say, its laborers, will have almost as much leisure as in earlier times was enjoyed by the aristocracy. When one recalls how aristocracies in the past actually behaved, the prospect is not cheerful.

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

I will love you forever" swears the poet. I find this easy to swear too. "I will love you at 4:15 pm next Tuesday" - Is that still as easy?