We Arc The Miracle Of Miracles, The

O Time! Time! How It Brings Forth And Devours! And The Roaring Flood Of Existence Rushes On Forever Similar, Forever Changing!

Who Is There That, In Logical Words, Can Express The Effect Music Has On Us?

The Man Of Life Upright Has A Guiltless Heart, Free From All Dishonest Deeds Or Thought Of Vanity.

A Pygmy Standing On The Outward Crust Of This Small Planet, His Far-reaching Spirit Stretches Outward To The Infinite, And There Alone Finds Rest.

Intellect Is The Soul Of Man, The Only Immortal Part Of Him.