The soul is the perceiver and the revealer of truth.

Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome.

Pretension may sit still, but cannot act. Pretension never feigned an act of real greatness. Pretension never wrote an Iliad, nordrove back Xerxes, nor christianized the world, nor abolished slavery.

The disease with which the human mind now labors is want of faith

Love, and you shall be loved.

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.

Nature is reckless of the individual. When she has points to carry, she carries them.