I Am A Soul. I Know Well

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Put Into Words.

The Poor Man Shuddered, Overflowed With An Angelic Joy; He Declared In His Transport That This Would Last Through Life; He Said To Himself That He Really Had Not Suffered Enough To Deserve Such Radiant Happiness, And He Thanked God, In The Depths Of His Soul, For Having Permitted That He, A Miserable Man, Should Be So Loved By This Innocent Being.

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.

Daring Is The Price Of Progress. All Splendid Conquests Are The Prize Of Boldness, More Or Less.

There Is Nothing Like A Dream To Create The Future.