Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

The true eye for talent presupposes the true reverence for it.

A man perfects himself by working. Foul jungles are cleared away, fair seed-fields rise instead, and stately cities; and with the man himself first ceases to be a jungle, and foul unwholesome desert thereby. The man is now a man.

If a book comes from the heart, it will contrive to reach other hearts; all art and author-craft are of small amount to that.

Government is emphatically a machine: to the discontented a taxing machine, to the contented a machine for securing property.

Who is it that loves me and will love me forever with an affection which no chance, no misery, no crime of mine can do away? It is you, my mother.

For suffering and enduring there is no remedy, but striving and doing.