Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.
Music is not a science any more than poetry is. It is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds.
To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.
you have not a boat of your own, that is just it; that is what women always suffer from; they have to steer, but the craft is some one else's, and the haul too.
Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.
Honor is an old-world thing; but it smells sweet to those in whose hand it is strong.