“The Man who has not Music in his Soul, Or is not touch’d with Concord of sweet Sounds, Is fit for Treason, Stratagems, and Spoils, The Motions of his Mind are dull as Night, And his Affections dark as Erebus:… — Jon Meacham Copy Share Image
“My mind was so dull, my nerves so worn from waiting, that only an emotionless vacuum remained.” — Gerda Weissmann Klein Copy Share Image
