Nature is an aeolian harp, a musical instrument whose tones are the re-echo of higher strings within us.

Every disease is a musical problem; every cure is a musical solution.

Philosophy is properly home-sickness; the wish to be everywhere at home.

To become properly acquainted with a truth, we must first have disbelieved it, and disputed against it.

Love is the final end of the world's history, the Amen of the universe.

We touch heaven when we lay our hand on a human body!

It is not merely the multiplicity of tints, the gladness of tone, or the balminess of the air which delight in the spring; it is the still consecrated spirit of hope, the prophecy of happy days yet to come; the endless variety of nature, with presentiments of eternal flowers which never shall fade, and sympathy with the blessedness of the ever-developing world.