All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
The love of a parent for a child is the love that should grow towards separation.
There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
Remembrance is a form of meeting.
When God created Man, he gave him Music as a language different from all other languages. And early man sang his glory in the wilderness; and drew the hearts of kings and moved them from their thrones.