Humankind can't stand too much reality.
What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.
Where is the Life we lost in living?
Past art is subject to change.
You are the music while the music lasts.
To each individual the world will take on a different connotation of meaning-the important lies in the desire to search for an answer.