“Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.” — W. H. Auden

The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.

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

Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.

If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I'd pay for riding lessons and take his gun away.