In Rome It Seems As If There

Life Seems To Go On Without Effort When I Am Filled With Music.

Shall We, Because We Walk On Our Hind Feet, Assume To Ourselves Only The Privilege Of Imperishability?

Our Sense Of Duty Must Often Wait For Some Work Which Shall Take The Place Of Dilettanteism [sic] And Make Us Feel That The Quality Of Our Action Is Not A Matter Of Indifference.

Impatient People, According To Bacon, Are Like The Bees, And Kill Themselves In Stinging Others.

Pity That Consequences Are Determined Not By Excuses But By Actions!