Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past

I Dare Not So Honor My Mere Wishes And Prayers As To Put Them For A Moment Beside Your Noble Acts; But This Know, I Would Rather Submit To The Worst Of Deaths, So Far As Pain Goes, Than Have A Single Dog Or Cat Tortured On The Pretence Of Sparing Me A Twinge Or Two.

There Is Nothing So Unpardonable As To Consent To A Senseless, Aimless, Purposeless Life.

No Work Begun Shall Ever Pause For Death.

Where The Apple Reddens Never Pry - Lest We Lose Our Edens, Eve And I.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.