The characteristic of a well-bred man is, to converse with his inferiors without insolence, and with his superiors with respect and with ease.
Whom shall I call on? Who will share with me The wretched happiness of staying alive?
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye My love, you are in my heart. It was preordained we should part And be reunited by and by. Goodbye: no handshake to endure. Let's have no sadness - furrowed brow. There's nothing new in dying now Though living is no newer.
Not sorry, not calling, not crying All will pass like smoke of white apple trees Seized by the gold of autumn, I will no longer be young.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye. My dear, you are in my heart. Predestined separation promises a future meeting.
In a wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by
Music keeps you eternally young. It just does. What I love about it now is touring without the guilt. Now it's like nothing is being held back. You get to eat mashed potatoes with both hands instead of one. It's fantastic.
I got to watch Anthropoid with this Czech audience and the story means so much to the Czech people so watching it with that audience was kind of terrifying but they responded very well.
And now the question: what do we do with the longing for what can destroy us?