Woman already controls by not seeming to do so. Talk no more of her rights.
Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.
There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.
We only see clearly when we have reached the depths of woe.
Music is not a science any more than poetry is. It is a sublime instinct, like genius of all kinds.
nothing is so pleasant ... as to display your worldly wisdom in epigram and dissertation, but it is a trifle tedious to hear another person display theirs.