音乐是我的生命，生命是我的音乐。
The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.
"Memory is a strange thing. It doesn't work like I thought it did. We are so bound by time, by its order."