My melancholy wants to rest in the hiding places and abysses of perfection: that is why I need music.

“Il cristianesimo dette da bere il veleno a Eros. Questi non ne morì, ma ben deg…”

“Are you one who looks on? or lends a hand? - or who looks away, sidles off?...T…”

“The greatest weight.-- What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after y…”

“When I picture a perfect reader, I always picture a monster of courage and curi…”