I have no axe to grind; only my thoughts to burnish.
To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.
Tolerated people are never conciliated. They live on, but the aroma of their life is lost.
Nothing can be meaner than the anxiety to live on, to live on anyhow and in any shape; a spirit with any honor is not willing to live except in its own way, and a spirit with any wisdom is not over-eager to live at all.
A simple life is its own reward.
Music contains a whole gamut of experience, from sensuous elements to ultimate intellectual harmonies.