Our Aspirations Are Our Responsibilities.

Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain Lie Also.

Earth Being So Good, Would Heaven Seem Best?

Who Hears Music Feels His Solitude Peopled At Once.

I Want To Know A Butcher Paints, A Baker Rhymes For His Pursuit, Candlestick-maker Much Acquaints His Soul With Song, Or, Haply Mute, Blows Out His Brains Upon The Flute.

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.