...a Strange Art – Music

One Sometimes Weeps Over One's Illusions With As Much Bitterness As Over A Death.

We Live Always Under The Weight Of The Old And Odious Customs... Of Our Barbarous Ancestors.

It Is The Lives We Encounter That Make Life Worth Living.

Love Is Always Love, Come Whence It May. A Heart That Beats At Your Approach, An Eye That Weeps When You Go Away Are Things So Rare, So Sweet, So Precious That They Must Never Be Despised.

The Glasses Were Half Full, Which Meant That The Guests Were Completely So