Music is the universal language of mankind.

Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts.

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

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.

I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children, and I like to have them liked.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.