So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

Music sweeps by me as a messenger - Carrying a message that is not for me

It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

To act with doubleness towards a man whose own conduct was double, was so near an approach to virtue that it deserved to be called by no meaner name than diplomacy.

A common fallacy: to imagine a measure will be easy because we have private motives for desiring it.