For Precisely When Concepts Fail One, Words

How Marvelous, Wide And Broad Is My Inheritance! Time Is My Property, My Estate Is Time.

Sweet Moonlight, Shining Full And Clear, Why Do You Light My Torture Here? How Often Have You Seen Me Toil, Burning Last Drops Of Midnight Oil. On Books And Papers As I Read, My Friend, Your Mournful Light You Shed. If Only I Could Flee This Den And Walk The Mountain-tops Again, Through Moonlit Meadows Make My Way, In Mountain Caves With Spirits Play - Released From Learning's Musty Cell, Your Healing Dew Would Make Me Well!

All Our Knowledge Is Symbolic.

Nature Goes Her Own Way, And All That To Us Seems An Exception Is Really According To Order.

The Effects Of Good Music Are Not Just Because It's New; On The Contrary Music Strikes Us More The More Familiar We Are With It.