I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

I've been turning it over in after-dinner speeches, but it looks awkward-it's not what people are used to-it wants a good deal of Latin to make it go down.

As soon as we lay ourselves entirely at His feet, we have enough light given us to guide our own steps; as the foot-soldier who hears nothing of the councils that determine the course of the great battle he is in, hears plainly enough the word of command that they must themselves obey.

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

Steady work turns genius to a loom.

Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.