The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling.

Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

It is a mistake to regard age as a downhill grade toward dissolution. The reverse is true. As one grows older, one climbs with surprising strides.

It is extraordinary how music sends one back into memories of the past.

No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.

Lying, like license, has its degrees.