Every Bad Institution Of This World Ends

Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect, Reverie Is Its Pleasure.

The Nearer I Approach The End, The Plainer I Hear Around Me The Immortal Symphonies Of The Worlds Which Invite Me. It Is Marvelous, Yet Simple.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put Into Words.

There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sea, That Is The Sky; There Is One Spectacle Grander Than The Sky, That Is The Interior Of The Soul.

Perseverance, Secret Of All Triumphs.