Music Tells No Truths.

As The Master So The Valet.

Walk Boldly And Wisely.... There Is A Hand Above That Will Help You On.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.

Burn To Be Great, Pay Not Thy Praise To Lofty Things Alone. The Plains Are Everlasting As The Hills, The Bard Cannot Have Two Pursuits; Aught Else Comes On The Mind With The Like Shock As Though Two Worlds Had Gone To War, And Met In Air.

Envy's A Coal Comes Hissing Hot From Hell.