We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

Humankind

We're all of us guinea pigs in the laboratory of God. Humanity is just a work in progress.

Loneliness

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

Memory

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Sensitivity

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

Success

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.

Time and Time Management

Time rushes toward us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.