“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
When I listen to the engine of my car, I might say it sounds fine, but it would not occur to me… — Jose Bergamin Copy Share Image
I viddied that thinking is for the gloopy ones and that the oomny ones use like inspiration and what Bog sends. For… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
“We enjoy lovely music, beautiful paintings, a thousand intellectual delicacies, but we have no idea of their cost, to those who invented… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Aristotle ... imputed this symphony of the heavens ... this music of the spheres to Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras alone of mortals… — John Milton Copy Share Image
“As we walked along the flatblock marina, I was calm on the outside, but thinking all the time - Now it was… — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when… — Soren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
I met her, At a very strange time, Of my life, And hers. Both of us, Lost in the dark. Different reasons,… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
“The markets of my memory were city markets, London markets, crammed into narrow streets or cobbled squares, with hoarse-voiced vendors hawking their… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
“Exactly, my dear sir, as the radio for ten minutes together projects the most lovely music without regard into the most impossible… — Herman Hesse Copy Share Image
