Let us replace sentimentalism by realism and dare to uncover those simple and terrible laws which, be they seen or unseen, pervade and govern.

Our best thoughts come from others.

What omniscience has music! So absolutely impersonal, and yet every sufferer feels his secret sorrow soothed.

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.

Our condition as men is risky and ticklish enough. One can not be sure of himself and his fortune an hour, but he may be whisked off into some pitiable or ridiculous plight.

Work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of chance.

Work and thou canst escape the reward; whether the work be fine or course, planting corn or writing epics, so only it be honest work, done to thine own approbation, it shall earn a reward to the senses as well as to the thought.