Let The Music Speak To Us Of

Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths Well May Your Heart Believe The Truths I Tell; 'tis Virtue Makes The Bliss, Where'er We Dwell.

I Roused Myself From The Book Which I Was Dreaming Over Rather Than Reading, And Left My Chambers To Meet The Cool Night Air In The Suburbs.

No Sensible Man Ever Engages, Unprepared, In A Fencing Match Of Words With A Woman.

Some Of Us Rush Through Life, And Some Of Us Saunter Through Life. Mrs Vesey Sat Through Life.

The Mystery Which Underlies The Beauty Of Women Is Never Raised Above The Reach Of All Expression Until It Has Claimed Kindred With The Deeper Mystery In Our Own Souls.