Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night

What A Father Says To His Children Is Not Heard By The World, But It Will Be Heard By Posterity.

The Heart Needs Not For Its Heaven Much Space, Nor Many Stars Therein, If Only The Star Of Love Has Arisen.

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

If Self-knowledge Is The Road To Virtue, So Is Virtue Still More The Road To Self-knowledge.

We Learn Our Virtues From Our Friends Who Love Us; Our Faults From The Enemy Who Hates Us. We Cannot Easily Discover Our Real Character From A Friend. He Is A Mirror, On Which The Warmth Of Our Breath Impedes The Clearness Of The Reflection.