Mozart was able to do what he wished in music and he never wished to so what was beyond him.

One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.

Each man must learn his own ideal and try to accomplish it: that is a surer way of progress than to take the ideas of another.

Most men are essentially dead by thirty.

The greatest book is not the one whose message engraves itself on the brain, as a telegraphic message engraves itself on the ticker-tape, but the one whose vital impact opens up other viewpoints, and from writer to reader spreads the fire that is fed by the various essences, until it becomes a vast conflagration leaping from forest to forest.

Mozart was able to do what he wished in music and he never wished to so what was beyond him.

His (Swami Vivekananda) words are great music, phrases in the style of Beethoven, stirring rhythms like the march of Handel choruses. I cannot touch these sayings of his, scattered as they are through the pages of books, at thirty years' distance, without receiving a thrill through my body like an electric shock. And what shocks, what transports, must have been produced when in burning words they issued from the lips of the hero!