Moth: I Gave You My Life. Flame:

Music Is The Language Of The Soul; And For Two People Of Different Nations Or Races To Unite, There Is No Better Means Than Music

If There Is Such A Thing As Saintly Renunciation, It Is Renouncing Small Gains For Better Gains; Not For No Gains, But Seeing With Open Eyes What Is Better And What Is Inferior. Even If The Choice Has To Lie Between Two Momentary Gains, One Of These Would Always Be Found To Be More Real And Lasting; That Is The One That Should Be Followed For The Time.

Some People Look For A Beautiful Place, Others Make A Place Beautiful.

The Mystery Of Sound Is Mysticism; The Harmony Of Life Is Religion. The Knowledge Of Vibrations Is Metaphysics, The Analysis Of Atoms Is Science, And Their Harmonious Grouping Is Art. The Rhythm Of Form Is Poetry, And The Rhythm Of Sound Is Music. This Shows That Music Is The Art Of Arts And The Science Of Allsciences; And It Contains The Fountain Of All Knowledge Within Itself.

People Who Have Never Had An Ideal May Hope To Find One; They Are In A Better State Than The People Who Allow The Circumstances Of Life To Break Their Ideal. To Fall Beneath One's Ideal Is To Lose One's Track In Life; Then Confusion Rises In The Mind, And That Light Which One Should Hold High Becomes Covered And Obscured, So That It Cannot Shine Out To Light One's Path.