Our [British] summers are often, though beautiful for verdure, so cold, that they are rather cold winters.
Without grace no book can live, and with it the poorest may have its life prolonged.
Serendipitous discoveries are made by chance, found without looking for them but possible only through a sharp vision and sagacity, ready to see the unexpected and never indulgent with the apparently unexplainable.
Had I children, my utmost endeavors would be to make them musicians.
Who has begun has half done. Have the courage to be wise. Begin!
Perhaps those, who, trembling most, maintain a dignity in their fate, are the bravest: resolution on reflection is real courage.