Your Messages I Hear, But Faith Has

The Highest Happiness, The Purest Joys Of Life, Wear Out At Last.

Music Is So Elevated That It Is Beyond The Reach Of Intellect And There Flows From It An Influence Which Is All-potent, And Which Noone Can Explain.

I Have Found Among My Papers A Sheet . . . In Which I Call Architecture Frozen Music.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!

Words Express Neither Objects Nor Ourselves.