Your only problem, perhaps, is that you scream without letting yourself cry.
And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.
We only hear questions that we are able to answer.
if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.
Life without music is only error, exhaustion, exile... Indeed, there is nothing that concerns me more than the fate of music.
Man would sooner have the Void for his purpose than be void of Purpose.