Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music.

A man is related to all nature.

Thoughts rule the world.

All loss, all pain, is particular; the universe remains to the heart unhurt.

Character is always known. Thefts never enrich; alms never impoverish; murder will speak out of stone walls.

I know and see too well, when not voluntarily blind, the speedy limits opersons called high and worthy.

I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms, could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.