But between us and Goodness the gods have placed the sweat of our brows: long and steep is the path that leads to her, and it is rough at the first; but when a man has reached the top, then is she easy to reach, though before that she was hard.
Work is no disgrace; it is idleness which is a disgrace.
Rainer Maria Rilke·1922In truth, singing is a different breath. A breath for nothing. A gust within the god. A wind.
Augustine of Hippo·397 ADGreat is this force of memory, excessive great, O my God; a large and boundless chamber! Who ever sounded the bottom thereof? Yet is this a power of mine, and belongs unto my nature; nor do I myself comprehend all that I am.
Rabindranath Tagore·1910This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
