You May Also Like / View all maxioms
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of read more
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.
Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.
I think often sadness is a great place to get songs from.