Now Im an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions. – Orson Welles
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality. – H.A. Overstreet
