Music, Moody Food Of Us

And By That Destiny To Perform An Act Whereof What's Past Is Prologue, What To Come In Yours And My Discharge.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.

Know More Than Other. Work More Than Other. Expect Less Than Other

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions.