As long as that spark of passion is missing there is no human significance in the performance.
If men cease to believe that they will one day become gods then they will surely become worms.
either you take in believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird.
Every man with a bellyful of the classics is an enemy to the human race.
Music is the can-opener of the soul.
Real love is never perplexed, never qualifies, never rejects, never demands. It replenishes, by grace of restoring unlimited circulation. It burns, because it knows the true meaning of sacrifice. It is life illuminated.