Men of genius supply the substance of history, while the mass of men are but the critical filter, the limiting, slackening, passive force needed for the modification of ideas supplied by genius.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

Order is a great person's need and their true well being.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

Latent genius is but a presumption. Everything that can be, is bound to come into being, and what never comes into being is nothing.

It is work which gives flavor to life.

Great men are the real men, in them nature has succeeded.