So is music an asylum. It takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence and whereto.
Journals of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1820-1872, Volume 5 (Riversode Press, 1911), p. 121
So is music an asylum. It takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startle our wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence and whereto.
Journals of Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1820-1872, Volume 5 (Riversode Press, 1911), p. 121