The Strongest Passion Which I Have Is

The Wind Breathes Not, And The Wave Walks Softly As Above A Grave.

Ah, Nothing Comes To Us Too Soon But Sorrow.

Naught But God Can Satisfy The Soul.

There Is No Disappointment We Endure One-half So Great As What We Are To Ourselves.

Music Lives Within Thy Lips Like A Nightingale In Roses.