Music is an art that expresses the inexpressible. It rises far above what words can mean or the intelligence define. Its domain is the imponderable and impalpable land of the unconscious.
We can't command our love but we can our actions.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems give me work give me the...
Women are naturally secretive and they like to do their own secreting.
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the...
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.
