A Phenomenon Like Mozart Remains An Inexplicable

Pity On The Person Who Has Become Accustomed To Seeing In Necessity Something Arbitrary, Who Ascribes To The Arbitrary Some Sort Of Reason, And Even Claims That Following That Sort Of Reason Has Religious Value.

The Older I Get The More I Trust In The Law According To Which The Rose And The Lily Bloom.

Alas, That We Should Be So Unwilling To Listen To The Still And Holy Yearnings Of The Heart! A God Whispers Quite Softly In Our Breast, Softly Yet Audibly; Telling Us What We Ought To Seek And What To Shun.

We Don't Get To Know People When They Come To Us; We Must Go To Them To Find Out What They Are Like.

Man Is Made By His Belief. As He Believes, So He Is.