I must say Bernard Shaw is greatly improved by music.

You gave me hyacinths first a year ago; They called me the hyacinth girl.' —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden, Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence. Od' und leer das Meer.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

To become what you are not, behave as you do not.

Survival is your strength not your shame.

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.