But Paying Is Part Of

Memory Is Man's Greatest Friend And Worst Enemy.

Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars.

The Real Business Of Life Is Trying To Understand Each Other.

The Music Throbbed In A Voice Of Singular And Delicate Power; The Air Was Resonant With Melody, Love And Pain. The Meanest Italian In The Gallery Far Up Beneath The Ceiling, The Most Exalted Of The Land In The Boxes And The Stalls, Leaned Indulgently Forward, To Be Swept By This Sweet Storm Of Song.