What torments me is not the humps nor hollows nor the ugliness. It is the sight, a little bit in all these men, of Mozart murdered.
Sorrow is one of the vibrations that prove the fact of living.
It's useful because it's beautiful.
You give birth to that on which you fix your mind
A goal without a pan is just a wish.
In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.