Sometimes I think.. If generous, kind loving, talented people like Brahms could not find true love in this life, what makes me think I can?
Sigh.
Brahms letter to Clara, 5/31/1856
I wish I could write to you as tenderly as I love you and tell you all the good things that I wish you. You are so infinitely dear to me, dearer than I can say... If things go on much longer as they are at present I shall have sometime to put you under glass or to have you set in gold. ....
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