Music expresses that which cannot be put into words.

I refuse the oration of all churches. I ask a prayer of all souls. I believe in God.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

But secondly you say 'society must exact vengeance, and society must punish'. Wrong on both counts. Vengeance comes from the individual and punishment from God.

Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions

Jean Prouvaire was timid only in repose. Once excited, he burst forth, a sort of mirth accentuated his enthusiasm, and he was at once both laughing and lyric.

I see black light (his last words)