I Try To Decorate My Imagination As

Easy Mind, Light Heart. A Mind That Is Too Easy Hides A Heart That Is Too Heavy.

Approval Or Blame Will Follow In The World To Come.

You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From The Place In Which Once You Have Been Happy, But In Truth It Is Centered In Ourselves.

One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of His Wooden Cudgel, And The Other Blows His Cheeks Out On A French Horn. Do You Call That Art?

There Is No Such Thing As Happy Music.