There is no phase of the Italian mind that has not found expression in its music.

Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.

One part of the science of living is to learn just what our own responsibility is, and to let other people's alone.

The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.

In all ranks of life the human heart yearns for the beautiful; and the beautiful things that God makes are his gift to all alike.

Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.

So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why doesn't somebody wake up to the beauty of old women.