"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away..." "Time and space are modes by which we think, not conditions in which we live." ~Albert Einstein~ "I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger, and I never quite belong." ~George Simeon~ "We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams." ~A. O'Shaughnessy, The Music Makers ~ "The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow." ~Shelley, One Word Is too Often Profaned~ "If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rung his bell, What would you buy?" ~Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Dream-Pedlary~ "The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow." ~Shelley, One Word is too Often Profaned~ "How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honesty thought, And simple truth his utmost skill." ~Sir Henry Wotton, The Character of a Happy Life~ "Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say: 'To-morrow do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.'" ~Horace, Odes, III, 20 (Dryden translation)~ "There's music in the sighing of a reed; There's music in the gushing of a rill; There's music in all things, if men had ears: Their earth is but an echo of the spheres." ~Byron, Don Juan, XV~ "Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers, There had made a lasting spring." ~Shakespeare, Henry VII, III, I ~ "Music, when soft voices die, VIbrates in the memory." ~Shelley, To _____ (1821)~ "Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still aflying; And this same flower that smiles today, To-morrow will be dying." ~Herrick, To the Virgins...~

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