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.

The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.

The city is recruited from the country.

It is doubtless a vice to turn one's eyes inward too much, but I am my own comedy and tragedy.

Live well, learn plenty, laugh often, love much.

The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which Nature has taken to heart.

The only right is what is after my constitution; the only wrong is what is against it.