Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.
Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.
Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.
The lively and mercurial are as open books, with the leaves turned down at the notable passages. Their souls sit at the windows of their eyes, seeing and to be seen.