How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only.

O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried!

And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents like the Arabs, and silently steal away.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.