Talent Imitates, Genius Steals.

The Immature Poet Imitates, The Mature Poet Plagiarizes.

And Through The Spaces Of The Dark Midnight Shakes The Memory As A Madman Shakes A Dead Geranium.

I Must Say Bernard Shaw Is Greatly Improved By Music.

What We Know Of Other People's Only Our Memory Of The Moments During Which We Knew Them.

In My Beginning Is My End.