The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.

Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor.

For it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless, Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence. Hence is the inner life of so many suffering women Sunless and silent and deep, like subterranean rivers Runnng through caverns of darkness.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.

When you ask one friend to dine, Give him your best wine! When you ask two, The second best will do!

The soul...is audible, not visible.