It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never read more

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give. And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.

We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever read more

Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron read more

Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth it's spark.

And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; read more

Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.

Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

It is like living in a wilderness of mirrors. No fact goes unchallenged.

It is like living in a wilderness of mirrors. No fact goes unchallenged.