Music Is The Medicine Of The Breaking

When Moral Courage Feels That It Is In The Right, There Is No Personal Daring Of Which It Is Incapable.

It Flows Through Old Hushed Egypt And Its Sands, Like Some Grave Mighty Thought Threading A Dream, And Times And Things, As In That Vision, Seem Keeping Along It Their Eternal Stands.

Beauty Too Often Sacrifices To Fashion.

With Spots Of Sunny Openings, And With Nooks To Lie And Read In, Sloping Into Brooks.

The Very Greatest Genius, After All, Is Not The Greatest Thing In The World, Any More Than The Greatest City In The World Is The Country Or The Sky. It Is The Concentration Of Some Of Its Greatest Powers, But It Is Not The Greatest Diffusion Of Its Might. It Is Not The Habit Of Its Success, The Stability Of Its Sereneness.