Education Sows Not Seeds In You, But

My Friends: Music Is The Language Of Spirits. Its Melody Is Like The Frolicsome Breeze That Makes The Strings Quiver With Love. When The Gentle Fingers Of Music Knock At The Door Of Our Feelings, They Awaken Memories That Have Long Lain Hidden In The Depths Of The Past. The Sad Strains Of Music Bring Us Mournful Recollections; And Her Quiet Strains Bring Us Joyful Memories. The Sound Of Strings Makes Us Weep At The Departure Of A Dear One, Or Makes Us Smile At The Peace God Has Bestowed Upon Us.

Words Are Timeless. You Should Utter Them Or Write Them With A Knowledge Of Their Timelessness.

Faith Is A Knowledge Within The Heart, Beyond The Reach Of Proof.

He Who Does Not Prefer Exile To Slavery Is Not Free By Any Measure Of Freedom, Truth And Duty.

If You Are Poor, Shun Association With Him Who Measures Men With The Yardstick Of Riches.