❧ Life ultimately makes no sense but Bach makes perfect sense. ❧




Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them and nothing is outwardly apparent.

Yes; for I am a man, and have suffered like yourself, and also contemplated suicide; indeed, often since misfortune has left me I have longed for the delights of an eternal sleep.

Then he went to bed, and almost immediately fell into that deep sleep which is sure to visit men of twenty years of age even when they are torn with remorse.