To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.

I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

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.

I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one's mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.

There is nothing that will kill a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.

It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.

A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.