Imagination Is The Air Of Mind.

True Faith Nor Biddeth Nor Abideth Form, The Bended Knee, The Eye Uplift; Is All Which Men Need Render; All Which God Can Bear. What To The Faith Are Forms? A Passing Speck, A Crow Upon The Sky.

Music Tells No Truths.

O, There Is Naught On Earth Worth Being Known But God And Our Own Souls!

The Long Days Are No Happier Than The Short Ones.

He Who Has Most Of Heart Knows Most Of Sorrow.