O World, I Cannot Hold Thee Close

But You Were Something More Than Young And Sweet And Fair, - And The Long Year Remembers You.

Not Truth, But Faith It Is That Keeps The World Alive.

I Find That I Never Lose Bach. I Don't Know Why I Have Always Loved Him So. Except That He Is So Pure, So Relentless And Incorruptible, Like A Principle Of Geometry.

I Would Blossom If I Were A Rose.

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.