Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with wet and heavy cloud-sails and the misty pennon of the east-wind nailed to the mast.

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are on the sea of life.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

Music is the language spoken by angels.

Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.

Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.