We Are All Hunting For Rational Reasons

Music Is Only Love Looking For Words.

They Say That If You Get Bored Enough With Calamity You Can Learn To Laugh.

These Are The Moments Which Are Not Calculable, And Cannot Be Assessed In Words; They Live On In The Solution Of Memory, Like Wonderful Creatures, Unique Of Their Own Kind, Dredged Up From The Floors Of Some Unexplored Ocean.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

Art—the Meaning Of The Pattern Of Our Common Actions In Reality. The Cloth-of-gold That Hides Behind The Sackcloth Of Reality, Forced Out By The Pain Of Human Memory.