The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence.

Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought.

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.