To Be Prejudiced Is The Privilege Of

Love's A Disease. But Curable.

Mozart Is Everyone's Tea, Pleasing To Highbrows, Middlebrows And Lowbrows Alike, Though They Probably All Get Different Kinds Of Pleasure From Him.

Work Is A Dull Thing; You Cannot Get Away From That. The Only Agreeable Existence Is One Of Idleness, And That Is Not, Unfortunately, Always Compatible With Continuing To Exist At All.

Nothing, Perhaps, Is Strange, Once You Have Accepted Life Itself, The Great Strange Business Which Includes All Lesser Strangeness.

The Poet Has To Make A Synthesis Out Of The Moral Life Of Our Time, And This Life Is Lived At This Moment On A Political Plane.