I Love Thee, As The Good Love

In December Ring Every Day The Chimes; Loud The Gleemen Sing In The Streets Their Merry Rhymes. Let Us By The Fire Ever Higher Sing Them Till The Night Expire!

It Is Difficult To Know At What Moment Love Begins; It Is Less Difficult To Know That It Has Begun.

In The Long Run Men Hit Only What They Aim At.

It Is True, That It Is Not At All Necessary To Love Many Books, In Order To Love Them Much.

Music Is The Language Spoken By Angels.