Melody Is A Form Of Remembrance. It

Art Is The Unceasing Effort To Compete With The Beauty Of Flowers - And Never Succeeding.

Love Is Born Of Faith, Lives On Hope, And Dies Of Charity.

Melody Is A Form Of Remembrance. It Must Have A Quality Of Inevitability In Our Ears.

Hell Begins On The Day When God Grants Us A Clear Vision Of All That We Might Have Achieved, Of All The Gifts Which We Have Wasted, Of All That We Might Have Done Which We Did Not Do.

I Know Of No Better Definition Of Love Than The One Given By Proust - Love Is Space And Time Measured By The Heart.