We Become Actors Without Realizing

Music Is Harmony, Harmony Is Perfection, Perfection Is Our Dream, And Our Dream Is Heaven.

Oh Be Swift To Live, Make Haste To Be Kind.

It Is Not What He Had, Or Even What He Does Which Expresses The Worth Of A Man, But What He Is.

To Do Easily What Is Difficult For Others Is The Mark Of Talent.

Our Systems, Perhaps, Are Nothing More Than An Unconscious Apology For Our Faults, A Gigantic Scaffolding Whose Object Is To Hide From Us Our Favorite Sin.