The World Must Be Peopled!

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

The Breach Of Custom Is Breach Of All.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.