Choose well. Your choice is brief, and yet endless.

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.

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,- He knows you not, ye heavenly Powers.

The old lose one of the greatest privileges of man, for they are no longer judged by their contemporaries.

The safest thing is always to try to convert everything that is in us and around us into action; let the others talk and argue about it as they please.

Talents are nurtured best in solitude, But character on life's tempestuous seas!

Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky.