Beethoven Always Sounds To Me Like The

The Great Cry That Rises From All Our Manufacturing Cities, Louder Than The Furnace Blast, Is All In Very Deed For This -- That We Manufacture Everything There Except Men.

You May Sell Your Work, But Not Your Soul.

No Human Being, However Great, Or Powerful, Was Ever So Free As A Fish.

In Mortals There Is A Care For Trifles Which Proceeds From Love And Conscience, And Is Most Holy; And A Care For Trifles Which Comes Of Idleness And Frivolity, And Is Most Base. And So, Also, There Is A Gravity Proceeding From Thought, Which Is Most Noble; And A Gravity Proceeding From Dulness And Mere Incapability Of Enjoyment, Which Is Most Base.

See That Your Children Be Taught, Not Only The Labors Of The Earth, But The Loveliness Of It.