Tears are the symbol of the inability of the soul to restrain its emotion and retain its self command.

A musical theme once exhausted, finds its due refuge and repose in silence.

At bottom, everything depends upon the presence or absence of one single element in the soul - HOPE

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

Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death, then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.

Let us be true: this is the highest maxim of art and of life, the secret of eloquence and of virtue, and of all moral authority.

Only evil grows of itself, while for goodness we want effort and courage.