Music is the language spoken by angels.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!

How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess, is still a gleam of God's omnipotence, when by your laws, your actions and your speech, you contradict the very things I teach?

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.