Our riches, being in our brains, die with us... Unless of course someone chops off our head, in which case, we won't need them anyway.

Creativity is the firing of my soul.

Melody is the essence of music.

Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.

An astonishing number of kisses are flying about! I see a whole crowd of them. Ha! Ha! I have just caught three - They are delicious... I kiss you millions of times.

As death, when we come to consider it closely, is the true goal of our existence, I have formed during the last few years such close relationships with this best and truest friend of mankind that death's image is not only no longer terrifying to me, but is indeed very soothing and consoling, and I thank my God for graciously granting me the opportunity...of learning that death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness.