Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.

Mozart has the classic purity of light and the blue ocean; Beethoven the romantic grandeur which belongs to the storms of air and sea, and while the soul of Mozart seems to dwell on the ethereal peaks of Olympus, that of Beethoven climbs shuddering the storm-beaten sides of a Sinai. Blessed be they both! Each represents a moment of the ideal life, each does us good. Our love is due to both.

Nothing finite is true, is interesting, is worthy to fix my attention. All that is particular is exclusive, and all that is exclusive repels me.

If man was what he ought to be, he would be adored by the animals.

Will localizes us, thought universalizes us.

Society lives by faith, and develops by science.

To marry unequally is to suffer equally.