Don't Put Things Off Till It's Too

Behind Every Door On Every Ordinary Street, In Every Hut In Every Ordinary Village In This Middling Planet Of A Trivial Star, Such Riches Are To Be Found. The Strange Journeys We Undertake On Our Earthly Pilgrimage, The Joy And Suffering We Taste Or Confer, The Chance Events That Leave Us Together Or Apart, What A Complex Trace They Leave: So Personal As To Be Almost Incommunicable, So Fugitive As To Be Almost Irrecoverable.

I Tend To Follow A Scattershot Approach To Reading A Lot Of Very Diverse Subjects Interest Me, And I'm Quite Happy To Read Stuff On Any Of Them.

Music, Such Music, Is A Sufficient Gift. Why Ask For Happiness; Why Hope Not To Grieve? It Is Enough, It Is To Be Blessed Enough, To Live From Day To Day And To Hear Such Music-not Too Much, Or The Soul Could Not Sustain It-from Time To Time.

To Not Be Able To Love The One You Love Is To Have Your Life Wrenched Away.

You Get Your Inspiration - Suggestions - Wherever You Have To, Even From Your Mother.