We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.
T. S. EliotThere is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. EliotTo country people Cows are mild, And flee from any stick they throw; But Iām a timid town bred child, And all the cattle seem to know.
T. S. Eliot