Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

How alone everyone is in the vast tomb of the universe!

Fine minds are seldom fine souls.

Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

A timid person is frightened before a danger, a coward during the time, and a courageous person afterward.

On the church vaulting above was the clock-face of eternity, void of number and serving as its own hand, only one black finger was pointing and the dead wanted to tell the time by it.