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

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.

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.