Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.
He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.
The problem with the common person is that he is so unbearably common!
His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be
Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.