La raison, c'est l'intelligence en exercice; l'imagination c'est l'intelligence en érection - Victor Hugo

These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.

Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.