Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood or appreciated.

Happy is the hearing man; unhappy the speaking man.

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

Music takes us out of the actual and whispers to us dim secrets that startles out wonder as to who we are, and for what, whence, and whereto.

I find that the Americans have no passions, they have appetites.

What we do not call education is more precious than that which we call so. We form no guess, at the time of receiving a thought, of its comparative value. And education often wastes its effort in attempts to thwart and balk this natural magnetism, which is sure to select what belongs to it.

Our impatience of miles, when we are in a hurry; but it is still best that a mile should have seventeen hundred and sixty yards.