The ground of all great thoughts is sadness.

Music tells no truths.

We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.

Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.