The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.

And in the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives.

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

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.

Music is the language spoken by angels.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

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