Your Education Begins Where What Is Called

Music Is The Language Spoken By Angels.

Nor Deem The Irrevocable Past As Wholly Wasted, Wholly Vain, If, Rising On Its Wrecks, At Last To Something Nobler We Attain.

Let Us Then, Be Up And Doing.

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.

It Is Curious To Note The Old Sea-margins Of Human Thought! Each Subsiding Century Reveals Some New Mystery; We Build Where Monsters Used To Hide Themselves.