Some men are like a church-organ -- you can play on them for a lifetime and always find new harmonies; others are like a music-box -- they have four or five thin jingles.

The living have their eyes opened by closing the eyes of the dead.

Moral progress is a process of isolation; the mountain tops are lonely.

Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age.

Some men are like a church-organ -- you can play on them for a lifetime and always find new harmonies; others are like a music-box -- they have four or five thin jingles.

Charity is the note that resolves the discord.

That art is best which suggests most.