The end of Man is an Action, and not a Thought, though it were the noblest?

Genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains.

Time is the silent, never-resting thing ... rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing oceantide, on which we and all the universe swim.

The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.

Fire is the best of servants, but what a master!

In this world there is one godlike thing, the essence of all that was or ever will be of godlike in this world: the veneration done to Human Worth by the hearts of men.

One is hardly sensible of fatigue while he marches to music.