Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depths of the Past. The sad strains of Music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound of strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace God has bestowed upon us.

To be able to look back upon ones life in satisfaction, is to live twice.

Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.

The lights of stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So it is with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personalities.

In every winter's heart there is a quivering spring, and behind the veil of each night there is a shining dawn.