The World Resembles A Stage On Which

You Believe Happiness To Be Derived From The Place In Which Once You Have Been Happy, But In Truth It Is Centered In Ourselves.

Happy Is The Man Who Finds A True Friend, And Far Happier Is He Who Finds That True Friend In His Wife.

One Bites Into The Brass Mouthpiece Of His Wooden Cudgel, And The Other Blows His Cheeks Out On A French Horn. Do You Call That Art?

The Guitar Is A Wonderful Instrument Which Is Understood By Few.

Who Can Do Anything After Beethoven?