But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.

“إن الموسيقي كانت حورية في سماء الآلهة تعشقت آدميا و هبطت نحوه من العلو فغضب الآ…”

“It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked through underst…”

“Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look …”

“Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laug…”