Guard your honor. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards.
I don't like composers who think. It gets in the way of their plagiarism.
Be careful that victories do not carry the seed of future defeats.
We inhereit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted... Each of us contains within... this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise.
I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.
There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.