She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

Souls live on in perpetual echoes.

Joy is the best of wine.

Few things hold the perception more thoroughly captive than anxiety about what we have got to say

Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.