I Often Feel, And Ever More Deeply

Accident Is Simply Unforeseen Order.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every Cure Is A Musical Solution.

Character Is A Perfectly Educated Will.

Everywhere We Seek The Absolute, And Always We Find Only Things.