Years Teach Us More Than Books.

The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old Age A Soft Bark; There Are Some Such Men.

The Vain Being Is The Really Solitary Being.

When The Foot Of The' Mountain Is Enveloped In Mist, The Mountain Appears To Us Much Loftier Than It Is; So Also When The Ground And Basis Of A Disaster Is Not Clear To Us.

If You Sound Great In The Practice Room, You're Practicing The Wrong Thing. Music Washes Away From The Soul The Dust Of Everyday Life.

Discontent Is The Source Of All Trouble,but Also Of All Progress, In Individuals And Nations.