Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye. . . it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.
The world of the heterosexual is a sick and boring life.
At first I thought he was walking a dog. Then I realized it was his date.
As a melody instrument player, it's all about getting from one note to the next, and those intervals and how you navigate your way through these vertical structures of chords. You realize that everything's moving forward, and it's all linear.
I'm looking around at the real world and I'm kind of seeing that as technology is advancing and the human race is advancing, we are kind of also taking steps backward.
Thus we have on stage two men, each of whom knows nothing of what he believes the other knows, and to deceive each other reciprocally both speak in allusions, each of the two hoping (in vain) that the other holds the key to his puzzle.
The old men gazed on them in their loveliness, and turned away with that deep and painful sigh, which the gladness of childhood, and thetransient beauty of youth, are so apt to awaken in the bosom of the aged.