The Troublesome Ones In A Family Are

Many An Inherited Sorrow That Has Marred A Life Has Been Breathed Into No Human Ear.

There Is No Feeling, Perhaps, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music,--that Does Not Make A Man Sing Or Play The Better.

The Beauty Of A Lovely Woman Is Like Music ... The Rounded Neck, The Dimpled Arm, Move Us By Something More Than Their Prettiness--by Their Close Kinship With All We Have Known Of Tenderness And Peace.

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

Any Coward Can Fight A Battle When He's Sure Of Winning.