life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

William Tavener never heeded ominous forecasts in the domestic horizon, and he never looked for a storm until it broke.

The air was cool enough to make the warm sun pleasant on one's back and shoulders, and so clear that the eye could follow a hawk up and up, into the blazing blue depths of the sky.

Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself.

The air and the earth interpenetrated in the warm gusts of spring; the soil was full of sunlight, and the sunlight full of red dust. The air one breathed was saturated with earthy smells, and the grass under foot had a reflection of the blue sky in it.