Science Built The Academy, Superstition

Language Is Not Subtle Enough, Tender Enough, To Express All That We Feel; And When Language Fails, The Highest And Deepest Longings Are Translated Into Music. Music Is The Sunshine - The Climate - Of The Soul, And It Floods The Heart With A Perfect June.

The Churches Have No Confidence In Each Other. Why? Because They Are Acquainted With Each Other.

Whoever Increases The Sum Of Human Joy, Is A Worshiper. He Who Adds To The Sum Of Human Misery, Is A Blasphemer.

The Undressed Is Vulgar; The Nude Is Pure, And The Well-dressed Tainted.

Meekness Is The Mask Of Malice.