There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
T. S. EliotRead
Can we only love_x000D_ _x000D_ Something created in our own imaginations?_x000D_ _x000D_ Are we all in fact unloving and unloveable?_x000D_ _x000D_ Then one is alone, and if one is alone_x000D_ _x000D_ Then lover and beloved are equally unreal_x000D_ _x000D_ And the dreamer is no more real than his dreams.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.
If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?
For I have known them all already, known them allβ Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
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