Music, such music, is a sufficient gift. Why ask for happiness; why hope not to grieve? It is enough, it is to be blessed enough, to live from day to day and to hear such music-not too much, or the soul could not sustain it-from time to time.

It is exciting to write about the present once one gets beyond the trivia of the moment. As a time to live in, as a time to think about, the present is intriguing.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

I'm not sure anyone can understand a whole life, even their own.

Everyone sort of sees his own life and times as being ephemeral. One thinks that everything good or important that happened, happened in the past. But I think that seeing scenes that you are used to, but with the heightening effects of poetry, perhaps makes you value your life and times more than you might otherwise do.

I think if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. And worth thinking about it as well.

Of course, the greater one's need, the greater one's propensity to be mesmerized.