Avoid Extremes; And Shun The Fault Of

On Cold December Fragrant Chaplets Blow, And Heavy Harvests Nod Beneath The Snow.

Only Music Has The Ability To Take You To The Edge Of Reality And Allow You To Peek In For A Moment.

O Peace! How Many Wars Were Waged In Thy Name.

I Lose My Patience, And I Own It Too, When Works Are Censur'd, Not As Bad But New; While If Our Elders Break All Reason's Laws, These Fools Demand Not Pardon But Applause.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well? To Bear Too Tender Or Too Firm A Heart, To Act A Lover's Or A Roman's Part? Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky For Those Who Greatly Think, Or Bravely Die?