Music is the language spoken by angels.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Let the dead Past bury its dead!

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.