Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

Lies exist only to be extinguished.

The old cathedrals are good, but the great blue dome that hangs over everything is better.

A heavenly awe overshadowed and encompassed, as it still ought, and must, all earthly business whatsoever.

What I loved in the man was his health, his unity with himself; all people and all things seemed to find their quite peaceable adjustment with him, not a proud domineering one, as after doubtful contest, but a spontaneous-looking peaceable, even humble one.

The aristocracy of feudal parchment has passed away with a mighty rushing, and now, by a natural course, we arrive at aristocracy of the money-bag.

Not what I have, but what I do is my kingdom.