They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep.

Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.

The human voice is the organ of the soul.

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

Music is the universal language of mankind.