Words, once they are printed, have a life of their own. – Carol Burnett (1936 - )
Dance is the hidden language of the soul. – Martha Graham (1894 – 1991)
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. – Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) “Music at Night”, 1931
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains. – Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
Children might or might not be a blessing, but to create them and then fail them was surely damnation. – Lois McMaster Bujold “Barrayar” 1991
Every Saint Has A Past, Every Sinner Has A Future