Love Is All I Can Possess And

Work Is Love Made Visible.

It Is Only When You Are Pursued That You Become Swift.

Where Can I Find A Man Governed By Reason Instead Of Habits And Urges?

My Friends: Music Is The Language Of Spirits. Its Melody Is Like The Frolicsome Breeze That Makes The Strings Quiver With Love. When The Gentle Fingers Of Music Knock At The Door Of Our Feelings, They Awaken Memories That Have Long Lain Hidden In The Depths Of The Past. The Sad Strains Of Music Bring Us Mournful Recollections; And Her Quiet Strains Bring Us Joyful Memories. The Sound Of Strings Makes Us Weep At The Departure Of A Dear One, Or Makes Us Smile At The Peace God Has Bestowed Upon Us.

Some Think I Wink At Them When I Shut My Eyes To Avoid Their Sight.