Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to seem mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters.
One thing is clear to me: We, as human beings, must be willing to accept people who are different from ourselves.
Records are just moments of achievement. They're like receipts for work done. Time goes on and people keep playing music.