Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.

Vanity, indeed, is the very antidote to conceit; for while the former makes us all nerve to the opinion of others, the latter is perfectly satisfied with its opinion of itself.

Nothing so good as a university education, nor worse than a university without its education.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Law dies, books never.

I did not fall into love - I rose into love.

Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.