Music Is The Language Spoken

I Cannot Believe Any Man Can Be Perfectly Well In Body, Who Has Much Labor Of The Mind To Perform.

Nothing Useless Is, Or Low; Each Thing In Its Place Is Best; And What Seems But Idle Show Strengthens And Supports The Rest.

Ah, Nothing Is Too Late, Till The Tired Heart Shall Cease To Palpitate.

Look, Then, Into Thine Heart, And Write!

Ah! What Would The World Be To Us If The Children Were No More? We Should Dread The Desert Behind Us Worse Than The Dark Before.