Where There's Music There Can Be No

Let Everyone Turn Himself Around, And Look At Home, And He Will Find Enough To Do.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

For Me Alone Don Quixote Was Born And I For Him. His Was The Power Of Action, Mine Of Writing.

He Who's Never Loved Cannot Be Good.

Translating From One Language To Another, Unless It Is From Greek And Latin, The Queens Of All Languages, Is Like Looking At Flemish Tapestries From The Wrong Side, For Although The Figures Are Visible, They Are Covered By Threads That Obscure Them, And Cannot Be Seen With The Smoothness And Color Of The Right Side.