Music Causes Us To Think Eloquently.

Tomorrow Is A New Day; Begin It Well And Serenely And With Too High A Spirit To Be Encumbered With Your Old Nonsense.

The Power Of A Man Increases Steadily By Continuing In One Direction.

All Diseases Run Into One, Old Age.

We Are Made Aware That Magnitude Of Material Things Is Relative, And All Objects Shrink And Expand To Serve The Passion Of The Poet. Thus, In His Sonnets, The Lays Of Birds, The Scents And Dyes Of Flowers, He Finds To Be The Shadow Of His Beloved; Time, Which Keeps Her From Him, Is His Chest; The Suspicion She Has Awakened, Is Her Ornament

Thy Dangerous Glances Make Women Of Men; New-born, We Are Melting Into Nature Again.