Music Is Not A Science Any More

It Is The North Wind That Lashes Men Into Vikings; It Is The Soft, Luscious South Wind Which Lulls Them To Lotus Dreams.

It Is A Kind Of Blindness--poverty. We Can Only Grope Through Life When We Are Poor, Hitting And Maiming Ourselves Against Every Angle.

Why Is Youth So Short And Age So Long?

A Just Chastisement May Benefit A Man, Though It Seldom Does; But An Unjust One Changes All His Blood To Gall.

Fame Has Only The Span Of The Day, They Say. But To Live In The Hearts Of People-that Is Worth Something.