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
What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote. – E.M. Forster, Two Cheers for Democracy, 1951