We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Every Disease Is A Musical Problem; Every Cure Is A Musical Solution.

All The Events Of Our Life Are Materials Of Which We Can Make What We Will.

We Are Near Waking When We Dream We Are Dreaming.

Only As Far As A Man Is Happily Married To Himself Is He Fit For Married Life And Family Life In General.