Music is the perfect type of art.

There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtures are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

Just to let you know that the buffet car will be closing for stocktaking in five minutes. The next station stop is Chesterfield.

You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.

To be good is to be in harmony with oneself. Discord is to be forced to be in harmony with others.

Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips.