Once music ceases to be ephemeral - always disappearing - and becomes instead material... it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting existing as material in space not immaterial in time.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Dreams are the touchstones of our characters.
If it is surely the means to the highest end we know can any work be humble...
If you have built castles in the air your work need not be lost that is...
There is no reciprocity. Men love women. Women love children. Children...
Loving, like prayer, is a power as well as a process. It’s curative....
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
