Rose, O pure contradiction, delight in being no one's sleep under so many eyelids.

Details of Gian Lorenzo Bernini's Il ratto di Proserpina.


No one feels another's grief, no one understands another's joy. People imagine they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by. ~Franz Schubert


Details of Gian Lorenzo Bernini's Apollo and Daphne.
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Details of Antonio Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss.


If there is any substitute for love, it is memory.
~Joseph Brodsky


"There was a time when I talked unwillingly of Schubert, whose name, I thought, should only be whispered at night to the trees and stars!" ~Robert Schumann, Neue Zeitschrift (1839)


Whilst thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor blind boy. (Der Blinde Knabe)