You cannot hear music and noise at the same time.

I think that I love society as much as most, and am ready enough to fasten myself like a bloodsucker for the time to any full-blooded man that comes in my way. I am naturally no hermit, but might possibly sit out the sturdiest frequenter of the bar-room, if my business called me thither.

To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning.

It makes no odds where a man goes or stays, if he is only about his business.

Who knows what the human body would expand and flow out to under a more genial heaven?

What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.

One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.