There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.
In our society those who are in reality superior in intelligence can be accepted by their fellows only if they pretend they are not.
Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors, And all this our very utmost toil Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength Whether in oxen or in men, we dull The edges of our ploughshares, and in return Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed, A
A maverick feels like he has no choice however difficult his choice of expression. In my case, it was going backwards into tonality. It seemed so wrong. The idea that progress is going into the past in a new way is very strange, even though there are precedents.
The little unremembered acts of kindness and love are the best parts of a person’s life.