Joy And Sorrow Are The Light And

He Who Once Burns His Mouth On The Hot Soup, Blows Even The Buttermilk.

We Grown-up People Think That We Appreciate Music, But If We Realized The Sense That An Infant Has Brought With It Of Appreciating Sound And Rhythm, We Would Never Boast Of Knowing Music. The Infant Is Music Itself.

To Be Really Sorry For One's Errors Is Like Opening The Door Of Heaven.

Atmosphere Is A Silent Music. It Has Its Effect Upon The Listener, Exciting Or Peaceful, Whatever It May Be.

The Person Who Is In Tune With The Universe Becomes Like A Radio Receiver, Through Which The Voice Of The Universe Is Transmitted.