When A Man Cannot Chose, He Ceases

I See What Is Right And Approve, But I Do What Is Wrong.

Elgar Is Not Manic Enough To Be Russian, Not Witty Or Pointilliste Enough To Be French, Not Harmonically Simple Enough To Be Italian And Not Stodgy Enough To Be German. We Arrive At His Englishry By Pure Elimination.

Life Is A Wretched Gray Saturday, But It Has To Be Lived Through.

The Essence Of Pop Stardom Is Immaturity - A Wretched Little Pseudo-musical Gift, A Development Of The Capacity To Shock, A Short-lived Notoriety, Extreme Depression, A Yielding To The Suicidal Impulse.

There Is A Satisfactory Boniness About Grammar Which The Flesh Of Sheer Vocabulary Requires Before It Can Become A Vertebrate And Walk The Earth.