Music is the universal language of mankind — poetry their universal pastime and delight. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There are no birds in last year's nest.

Believe me, every man has his secret sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.

If Spring came but once in a century, instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake, and not in silence, what wonder and expectation there would be in all hearts to behold the miraculous change! But now the silent succession suggests nothing but necessity. To most men only the cessation of the miracle would be miraculous and the perpetual exercise of God’s power seems less wonderful than its withdrawal would be.