The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.

All we are is in the soul.

Vice is perhaps a desire to learn everything.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.

The union of a want and a sentiment.