The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

When a new book is published, read an old one.

It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.