Love is quivering happiness.

Remember, one just man causes the Devil greater affliction than a million blind believers.

He that tries to seize an opportunity after it has passed him by is like one who sees it approach but will not go to meet it.

The highest virtue here may be least in another world.

My friends: Music is the language of spirits. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of Music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depths of the Past. The sad strains of Music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound of strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace God has bestowed upon us.

If I extend an empty hand and in retrieving it and finding it still empty, I feel disappointment, that is foolishness; yet if I extend a hand which is full and yet find no one to receive it, then that is hopelessness.

We shall never understand one another until we reduce the language to seven words.