Fine Art, Poetry, That Kind Of Thing,

Don't You Meddle With Me, And I Won't Meddle With You.

[it Is Easier] To Quell Emotion Than To Incur The Consequences Of Venting It.

There Is No Feeling, Perhaps, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music,--that Does Not Make A Man Sing Or Play The Better.

One Of The Tortures Of Jealousy Is, That It Can Never Turn Away Its Eyes From The Thing That Pains It.

Life Is Measured By The Rapidity Of Change, The Succession Of Influences That Modify The Being.