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To Err Is Human. To Loaf Is Parisian.

Every Bird Which Flies Has The Thread Of The Infinite In Its Claw.

The Nearer I Approach The End, The Plainer I Hear Around Me The Immortal Symphonies Of The Worlds Which Invite Me. It Is Marvelous, Yet Simple.

The Truth Of An Upright Man Must Be Accepted On His Own Terms. Moreover, Since Natures Vary, We Must Agree That All The Beauties Of Human Excellence May Be Fostered By Faiths That We Do Not Share.

Music Expresses That Which Cannot Be Said And On Which It Is Impossible To Be Silent.