Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.

Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

Music is the language spoken by angels.

No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.

All the means of action -- the shapeless masses -- the materials -- lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.

The soul never grows old.