Dactyl

"If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC."

"Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness."

"If music be the food of love, play on, give me excess of it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die."

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent. It explains what lies between them!"

Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it's not for you they sing,

"She turned to the sunlight, And shook her yellow head; And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead."

"Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night."

"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again."

"This heavy humanness."

"I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart."

"I am tired of myself tonight, I should like to be someone else."