Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.

Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.

There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.

There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.

It is one thing to see your road, another to cut it.

Expenditure--like ugliness and errors--becomes a totally new thing when we attach our own personality to it, and measure it by that wide difference which is manifest (in our own sensations) between ourselves and others.

Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass and it was all semicolons and parentheses.