We Must Prove To The World That

Music Is The Most Absorbing Of All The Arts. It Absorbs The Mind Of The Artist, Whether Creator Or Executant, To The Exclusion Of Every Other Consideration Outside His Own Immediate Necessities Or Desires.

Your Mock Saint Who Stands In A Niche Is Not A Woman If She Have Not Suffered, Still Less A Woman If She Have Not Sinned. Fall At The Feet Of Your Idol As You Wish, But Drag Her Down To Your Level After That -- The Only Level She Should Ever Reach, That Of Your Heart.

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.

To Love, For Us Men, Is To Clasp One Woman With Our Arms, Feeling That She Lives And Breathes Just As We Do, Suffers As We Do, Thinks With Us, Loves With Us, And, Above All, Sins With Us.

...but In Every Century, And Ever Since England Has Been What It Is, An Englishman Has Always Felt Somewhat Ashamed Of His Own Emotion And Of His Own Sympathy.