We Need To Suffer, That We May

I Hate The Word 'ought' - It Always Implies Something Dull, Cold, And Commonplace. The 'ought Nots' Of Life Are Its Pleasantest Things.

Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its Life.

Alas! We Give Our Own Coloring To The Actions Of Others.

Restraint Is The Golden Rule Of Enjoyment.

We Would Liken Music To Aladdin's Lamp — Worthless In Itself, Not So For The Spirits Which Obey Its Call. We Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings, It Can Summon With A Touch.