We see in others what we want and what we fear.
Sometimes, language is the sound of longing
When Bach died some of his children sold his scores to the butcher they had decided the paper was more useful for wrapping meat. In a small village in Germany a father brought home a limp goose wrapped in paper that was covered with strange and beautiful symbols.
The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.
The present grows within the boundaries of the past.
The most significant conversations of our lives occur in silence.