Mortality has its compensations; one is that all evils are transitory, another that better times may come.

Docility is the observable half of reason.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colours of life in all their purity.

Those who speak most of progress measure it by quantity and not by quality.

Music contains a whole gamut of experience, from sensuous elements to ultimate intellectual harmonies.

The fly that prefers sweetness to a long life may drown in honey.

Philosophy is a more intense sort of experience than common life is, just as pure and subtle music, heard in retirement, is something keener and more intense than the howling of storms or the rumble of cities.