Love is born of faith, lives on hope, and dies of charity.

Love is born of faith, lives on hope, and dies of charity.

I know of no better definition of love than the one given by Proust - Love is space and time measured by the heart.

A man only becomes wise when he begins to calculate the approximate depth of his ignorance.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

Waiting and hoping are the whole of life, and as soon as a dream is realized it is destroyed.

Melody is a form of remembrance. It must have a quality of inevitability in our ears.