No One Really Understands The Grief Or

I Want You For Always...days, Years, Eternities.

Why Should The Composer Be More Guilty Than The Poet Who Warms To Fantasy By A Strange Flame, Making An Idea That Inspires Him The Subject Of His Own Very Different Treatment?

Why Does God Endow Us With Compassion?

Easy Mind, Light Heart. A Mind That Is Too Easy Hides A Heart That Is Too Heavy.

The Manager Is To Be Blamed Who Distributes Parts To His Players Which They Are Unable To Act.