Melody Is A Form Of Remembrance. It

I Know Of No Better Definition Of Love Than The One Given By Proust - Love Is Space And Time Measured By The Heart.

Waiting And Hoping Are The Whole Of Life, And As Soon As A Dream Is Realized It Is Destroyed.

Hell Begins On The Day When God Grants Us A Clear Vision Of All That We Might Have Achieved, Of All The Gifts Which We Have Wasted, Of All That We Might Have Done Which We Did Not Do.

A Man Only Becomes Wise When He Begins To Calculate The Approximate Depth Of His Ignorance.

Melody Is A Form Of Remembrance. It Must Have A Quality Of Inevitability In Our Ears.