Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us and it was very still but there were whispers.
Å½mogus silpnas, tod?l visada bando nuo sav?s nusl?pti didÅ¾i?j? Mirties ties?. Jis nesuvokia, jog tiktai ji skatina gyvenime atlikti pa?ius didÅ¾iausius darbus. Å½mogus bijo nuklysti ? tams?, j? siaubingai g?sdina neÅ¾inomyb?, ir t? baim? ?manoma ?veikti tik nepamirÅ¡tant, kad jo dienos suskai?iuotos. Å½mogus nesupranta, jog, susitaik?s su Mirtimi, sugeb?t? ryÅ¾tis didesniems darbams, pasiekti nepalyginamai didesni? pergali? savo kasdien?je kovoje, nes neturi ko prarasti - Mirtis neiÅ¡vengiama.
Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.... I cannot tell if I would have done any creative work of importance in music, but I do know that I get most joy in life out of my violin.