All My Wife Has Ever Taken From

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.

All I Ever Wanted Was To Sing To God. He Gave Me That Longing And Then Made Me Mute.

What Use, After All, Is Man, If Not To Teach God His Lessons?

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.

It Is Very, Very Difficult For A Playwright To Write A Scene In Which A Young Man Has His First Deep Experience Of Sex With A Girl Whom He Found Immensely Attractive, Is Fully Satisfied By This Event And Gets Up And Blinds A Lot Of Horses.