Ivan

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.”
― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

“How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?”
― William Blake, Songs of Innocence and of Experience

“If a thing loves, it is infinite.”
― William Blake