Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Said

What I Feel For You Seems Less Of Earth And More Of A Cloudless Heaven.

If People Did Not Love One Another, I Really Don't See What Use There Would Be In Having Any Spring.

Every Day Has Its Great Grief Or Its Small Anxiety. ... One Cloud Is Dispelled, Another Forms. There Is Hardly One Day In A Hundred Of Real Joy And Bright Sunshine.

I See Black Light (his Last Words)

What A Grand Thing, To Be Loved! What A Grander Thing Still, To Love!