Human life runs its course in the metamorphosis between receiving and giving.

It's true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.

As for solitude, I cannot understand how certain people seek to lay claim to intellectual stature, nobility of soul and strength of character, yet have not the slightest feeling for seclusion; for solitude, I maintain, when joined with a quiet contemplation of nature, a serene and conscious faith in creation and the Creator, and a few vexations from outside is the only school for a mind of lofty endowment.

People of uncommon abilities generally fall into eccentricities when their sphere of life is not adequate to their abilities.

Nothing tells more about the character of a man than the things he makes fun of.

Those who make use of devotion as a means and end generally are hypocrites.

Music is so elevated that it is beyond the reach of intellect and there flows from it an influence which is all-potent, and which noone can explain.