Words are poor interpreters in the realms of emotion. When all words end, music begins; when they suggest, it realizes; and hence is the secret of its strange, inexpressible power. — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
Oh, the solitariness of sin! There is nothing like it, except, perhaps, the solitariness of death. In that isolation none can reach you, none… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
Although music appeals simply to the emotions, and represents no definite images in itself, we are justified in using any language which may serve… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
All good government must begin at home. It is useless to make good laws for bad people; what is wanted is this, to subdue… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
No soul is bad enough for a fixed "hell," or good enough for a fixed "heaven," however useful the words may be as pointing… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
The time is probably not far distant when music will stand revealed perchance as the mightiest of the arts, and certainly as the one… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
Morality will be very difficult for the man who does not pray. — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
The cause of freedom, in music as elsewhere, is now very nearly triumphant; but at a time when its adversaries were many and powerful,… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
It is not the business of religion in these days to isolate herself from the world like John the Baptist. She must go down… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
After the sleep of death we are to gather up our forces again with the incalculable results of this life, a crown of shame… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
Words are poor interpreters in the realms of emotion. When all words end, music begins; when they suggest, it realizes; and hence is the… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
Give God the margin of eternity to justify Himself in, and the more we live and know of our own souls and of spiritual… — Hugh Reginald Haweis Copy Share Image
