I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning

I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God. – Robert Browning
He who hears music, feels his solitude peopled at once. – Robert Browning
Thats the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! – Robert Browning