The Prettiest Dresses Are Worn To Be

To Be Audacious With Tact, You Have To Know To What Point You Can Go Too Far.

Since The Day Of My Birth, My Death Began Its Walk. It Is Walking Toward Me, Without Hurrying.

The Public Only Takes Up Yesterday As A Stick To Beat Today.

In Two Weeks, Despite These Notes, I Shall No Longer Believe In What I Am Experiencing Now. One Must Leave Behind A Trace Of This Journey Which Memory Forgets. One Must, When This Is Impossible, Write Or Draw Without Responding To The Romantic Solicitations Of Pain, Without Enjoying Suffering Like Music, Tieing A Pen To One's Foot If Need Be, Helping The Doctors Who Can Learn Nothing From Laziness.

Good Music Resembles Something. It Resembles The Composer.