As polishing expresses the vein in marble, and grain in wood, so music brings out what of heroic lurks anywhere. The hero is the sole patron of music.

When my legs begin to move, the thoughts begin to flow.

Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.

I never yet knew the sun to be knocked down and rolled through a mud-puddle; he comes out honor-bright from behind every storm. Let us then take sides with the sun, seeing we have so much leisure.

Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends... Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.

The opportunities of living are diminished in proportion as what are called the "means" are increased.

Nations! What are nations? Tartars! and Huns! and Chinamen! Like insects they swarm. The historian strives in vain to make them memorable. It is for want of a man that there are so many men. It is individuals that populate the world.