When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world and droop. Sick of its business of its pleasures tired how gracious how benign is solitude.
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Our competition for American business is no longer in the next county or the...
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.
