What A Picture Of A Better World

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

I Am Composing Like A God, As If It Simply Had To Be Done As It Has Been Done.

There Are Eight Girls In The House In Which I Am Living, And Practically All Of Them Are Good Looking. You Can Realize That I Am Kept Busy.

When All Hopes Of Recognition Or Honor Have Faded Into Distant Memory, When Purity Of Heart Meets Sorrow Of Mind, When All The World Seems To Walk In Blindness And Yet A Man Works Without Wearying For That Which He Loves...only In This Moment Is Passion Truly Understood

Happy Is The Man Who Finds A True Friend, And Far Happier Is He Who Finds That True Friend In His Wife.