a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither.

Nothing recalls the past like music.

inventiveness is childish, practice sublime.

I desire no other proof of Christianity than the Lord's Prayer.

The greater part of what women write about women is mere sycophancy to man.

Where no interest is takes in science, literature and liberal pursuits, mere facts and insignificant criticisms necessarily become the themes of discourse; and minds, strangers alike to activity and meditation, become so limited as to render all intercourse with them at once tasteless and oppressive.

There are only two distinct classes of people on this earth, those who espouse enthusiasm and those who despise it.