It is not what he had, or even what he does which expresses the worth of a man, but what he is.

Criticism is above all a gift, an intuition, a matter of tact and flair; it cannot be taught or demonstrated--it is an art.

The germs of all things are in every heart, and the greatest criminals as well as the greatest heroes are but different modes of ourselves.

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.

The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.

Sacrifice, which is the passion of great souls, has never been the law of societies.

The growth and development of the soul is more important than power and glory.