two souls, alas, are housed within my breast, and each will wrestle for the mastery there.

I was oppressed with the sensations I then felt; I sunk under the weight of them.

Love does not rule; but it trains, and that is more.

Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!

How circumscribed is woman's destiny!

The dignity of art probably appears most eminently with music since it does not have any material that needs to be discounted. Music is all form and content and elevates and ennobles everything that it expresses.

Nothing is worth more than this day. You cannot relive yesterday. Tomorrow is still beyond your reach.