“O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung
By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And pardon that thy secrets should be sung
Even into thine own soft-conched ear.”—Keats, ”Ode to Psyche” (via wearebasiclight)
“When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.”— Walt Whitman, When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
“It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so.
I admire you, beloved, for the trap you’ve set. It’s like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.”— Frank O’Hara, Meditations in an Emergency
That I love Vinny! And that he’s already an amazing composer and teacher and he’s not even in college yet! And that one day he’s going to be so famous that everyone will throw roses at him, and probably other kinds of flowers as well.