No man loses ever on a lower level by magnanimity on a higher.

The birds I heard today, which, fortunately, did not come within the scope of my science, sang as freshly as if it had been the first morning of creation.

Events, circumstances, etc., have their origin in ourselves. They spring from seeds which we have sown.

Music never stops; it is only the listening that is intermittent.

Much verse fails of being poetry because it was not written exactly at the right crisis, though it may have been inconceivably near to it. It is only by a miracle that poetry is written at all. It is not recoverable thought, but a hue caught from a vaster receding thought.

Where there is not discernment, the behavior even of the purest soul may in effect amount to coarseness.

I am not afraid of praise, for I have practiced it on myself.