Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. – Sydney Smith, Lady Holland’s Memoir
But maybe music was not intended to satisfy the curious definiteness of man. Maybe it is better to hope that music may always be transcendental language in the most extravagant sense. – Charles Ives
When I can look life in the eyes, grown calm and very coldly wise, life will have given me the truth, and taken in exchange – my youth. – Sara Teasdale
