“Life is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.”

One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world.

We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand.

Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering the distinction between pleasure and pain, but not nearly as alert as we pretend.

One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t’other from which . . .

Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talks that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.

Science is better than sympathy, if only it is science.

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

Sometimes I think too much fuss is made about marriage. Century after century of carnal embracement and we’re still no nearer to understanding one another.

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.

I shall go with gladness.

Without them, you will go broke.

There comes a point in your life when you realize: Who matters, Who never did, Who won’t anymore, And who always will.

Stay in the Word. The moment you start letting go of that, you’re on the road to compromise.

Let’s get on our knees and pray. I don’t know to whom. Is there a patron saint of ballistics gel?

So for the last two years we’ve been hearing, “Make America great again.” People go, “Well, America was never great.

I do feel that, generally, people will see me and go, “He knows where the good food is,” which is an awesome correlative. It’s an awesome simplification.

Go to bed.’ ‘Don’t you feel like we’re soul…’