A Fall From Such A Height Is

Yes, Instruction! Light! Light! Everything Comes From Light, And To Everything It Returns.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put Into Words.

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.

The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is Their Way Of Admiring.

It Is Not So Easy To Keep Silent When The Silence Is A Lie.