Sepulchre

Love - true love - is a precious thing. It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and color and purpose into our lives.

One cannot always marry the person one loves...

There comes always a moment when the desire to act, however ill the cause, is stronger than the wish to listen.

There is no pattern the human mind can devise that does not exist already within the bounds of nature...Everything we do, see, write, notate, all are an echo of the deep seams of the universe. Music is the invisible world made visible through sound.

Music is a personal response to vibration.

Music (is) woven into the fabric of the corporeal world.

That sounds like one of those clever things people say that mean precisely nothing!