malouscat:
GLIDING o'er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul--not life alone, Death, many deaths I'll sing.
malouscat:
You can't be at the pole and the equator at the same time. You must choose your own line, as I hope to do, and it will probably be color.
malouscat:
"What an awful thing life is. It's like soup with lots of hairs floating on the surface. You have to eat it nevertheless."
malouscat:
“I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.”
malouscat:
I have an idea that the phrase "weaker sex" was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.
malouscat:
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
malouscat:
If you want to make beautiful music, you must play the black and the white notes together.
malouscat:
Drink wine, and you will sleep well. Sleep, and you will not sin. Avoid sin, and you will be saved. Ergo, drink wine and be saved.
