Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

Every woman is at heart a rake.

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.

Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.