O music, in your depths we deposit our hearts and souls. Thou hast taught us to see with our ears and hear with our hearts.
~ Khalil Gibran
Her 1ife, which had been a series of pious works, had cloaked her in a kind of transparent whiteness. And in growing old she had acquired a kind of beauty of goodness. What had been thinness in her youth, was in her maturity a transparency, and this ethereal quality permitted glimmers of the angel dancing within.