Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.
When she had passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Therefore trust to thy heart and to what the world calls illusions.
It takes less time to do a thing right than it does to explain why you did...
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all...
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I like finding that common point between another...
