A Vice In The Heart

Music To Me Is A Voice, My Voice, It's My Way Of Expressing What Colours Can I Bring In, What Emotions, What Feel. What Ideas Can I Bring Out From These Instruments That Would Make This Song Come Alive.

The Charges We Bring Against Others Often Come Home To Ourselves; We Inveigh Against Faults Which Are As Much Ours As Theirs; And So Our Eloquence Ends By Telling Against Ourselves.

Avoid, As You Would The Plague, A Clergyman Who Is Also A Man Of Business.

Even Brute Beasts And Wandering Birds Do Not Fall Into The Same Traps Or Nets Twice.

It Is Our Part To Seek, His To Grant What We Ask; Ours To Make A Beginning, His To Bring It To Completion; Ours To Offer What We Can, His To Finish What We Cannot.