My teen angst has a body count.
Category: Inspirational
Philosophy is the highest music.
No Voice; but oh! the silence sank like music on my heart.
I see music as the augmentation of a split second of time.
[He] looks at foreign affairs through the wrong end of a municipal drainpipe.
Who will relieve me of this Wuthering Height
If heaven is going to be full of people like Hardie, well, the Almighty can have them to himself.
There but for the grace of God goes God.
