All live in unison, but each heart sings its own song.

And the songs flow like brooks into one stream, swelling into a huge river of bright joys, rolling free and wide down its course.

And when you think that this will be--that it cannot help being if we so wish it--then the wonderstruck heart melts with joy.

You feel like weeping--you feel so happy." He spoke and looked as if he were searching something within himself.
The mother listened and tried not to stir, so as not to disturb him and interrupt his speech.

She always listened to him with more attention than to anybody else.