Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

It Is Amazing How Much A Thought Expands And Refines By Being Put Into Speech: I Should Think It Could Hardly Know Itself.

Few Save The Poor Feel For The Poor.

There Is The Cause For Pleasure And For Pain: But Music Moves Us, And We Know Not Why? We Feel The Tears, But Cannot Trace Their Source. Is It The Language Of Some Other State, Born Of Its Memory! For What Can Wake The Soul's Strong Instinct Of Another World, Like Music！

A Sealed Book, At Whose Contents We Tremble.