When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.

Tortoises can tell you more about the road than hares.

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether. And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly across the sun.

The tears that you spill, the sorrowful, are sweeter than the laughter of snobs and the guffaws of scoffers.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.