Music tells no truths.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.