Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.
A babe is fed with milk and praise.
Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.
A sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature.
My motto is: Contented with little, yet wishing for more.
This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, Theres nothing true but Heaven.
For with G. D. , to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Our effectiveness depends on our capacity to be audacious and astute, clear and appealing. I would hope that we can create a language more fearless and beautiful than that used by conformist writers to greet the twilight.
If something bothers me, it bothers me for a long time until I find a way to work it out. Music provided me with a means of working things out.
The air is full of souls those who are nearest to earth descending to be tied to mortal bodies return to other bodies, desiring to live in them.
We cannot at once catch the applauses of the vulgar and expect the approbation of the wise.