The Soul...is Audible, Not Visible.

We See But Dimly Through The Mists And Vapors; Amid These Earthly Damps What Seem To Us But Sad, Funereal Tapers May Be Heaven's Distant Lamps.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.

The Counterfeit And Counterpart Of Nature Is Reproduced In Art.

Sang In Tones Of Deep Emotion Songs Of Love And Songs Of Longing.

Ne Speaketh Not; And Yet There Lies A Conversation In His Eyes.