Music is the universal language of mankind.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought.
Let us, then, be what we are, and speak what we think, and in all things Keep ourselves loyal to truth, and the sacred professions of friendship. It is no secret I tell you, nor am I ashamed to declare it: I have liked to be with you, to see you, to speak with you always.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.