We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless science, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, or spirit, or poetry,--a narrow belt.

O Lord! Unhappy is the man whom man can make unhappy.

The soul is no traveller; the wise man stays at home, and when his necessities, his duties, on any occasion call him from his house, or into foreign lands, he is at home still, and shall make men sensible by the expression of his countenance, that he goes the missionary of wisdom and virtue, and visits cities and men like a sovereign, and not like an interloper or a valet.

In Haydn's oratorios, the notes present to the imagination not only motions, as, of the snake, the stag, and the elephant, but colors also; as the green grass.

Enthusiasm is the height of man; it is the passing from the human to the divine.

It has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty but our eyes have no clear vision.

True friends are two people who are comfortable sharing silence together.