O, what an untold world there is in one human heart!

As oil will find its way into crevices where water cannot penetrate, so song will find its way where speech can no longer enter.

Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence; second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise.

A man builds a house in England with the expectation of living in it and leaving it to his children; we shed our houses in America as easily as a snail does his shell.

The greater the interest involved in a truth the more careful, self-distrustful, and patient should be the inquiry.

After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful, ghostly, unquiet possession for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and bounds of it? Who knows all its awful perhapses,--those shudderings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity?

Where painting is weakest, namely, in the expression of the highest moral and spiritual ideas, there music is sublimely strong.