My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger.
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
**Henry Ward Beecher
“Someone’s memory becomes a song. And that song becomes someone else’s memory. That’s how the cycle goes, round and round.”
**My Lovely Girl
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”