I Try To Decorate My Imagination As

There Is No Such Thing As Happy Music.

The World Resembles A Stage On Which Every Man Is Playing A Part.

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.

Nobody Understands Another's Sorrow, And Nobody Another's Joy.

You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From The Place In Which Once You Have Been Happy, But In Truth It Is Centered In Ourselves.