Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Beginning...and the end...
MamaLou's last comment made me remember this one. I wonder...did Wolfgang Amadeus begin like this?