The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.
But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
What the hell is an oboe?
Be moderate in all things, including moderation.
Nothing worth knowing can be taught.
Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.