Beware Of A Man Of One Book.

Sometimes Our Fate Resembles A Fruit Tree In Winter. Who Would Think That Those Branches Would Turn Green Again And Blossom, But We Hope It, We Know It.

One Is Never Satisfied With The Portrait Of A Person That One Knows.

Plunge Boldly Into The Thick Of Life, And Seize It Where You Will, It Is Always Interesting.

Music, In The Best Sense, Does Not Require Novelty; Nay, The Older It Is, And The More We Are Accustomed To It, The Greater Its Effect.

For That Is Love's Nature That It Lays Claim To Exclusive Right And That All Other Claims Are Nil.