But I marry myself. I take my fate as within.

Pardon me, dear human self, capable of the most heinous degradation, capable of soaring.

She seemed imprisoned in her sadness.

Great minds may have cold hearts. Form but no color. It is an incompleteness. And so they are afraid of any woman who both thinks and feels deeply.

If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead.

Where there is a lack of other connections, of meaningful moments, in our lives, music can often full the gap.

Is beauty enhanced or adulterated by utility?