Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?
These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.
Music is only love looking for words.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.
Art like life is an open secret.
Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.