The World Resembles A Stage On Which

I Am In The World Only For The Purpose Of Composing.

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

No One Feels Another's Grief.

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another. We Always Imagine That We Are Approaching Some Other, But Our Lines Of Travel Are Actually Parallel.

The Guitar Is A Wonderful Instrument Which Is Understood By Few.