No great man lives in vain. The history of the world is but the biography of great men.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels; in fact, nothing among the utterances allowed to man is felt to be so divine. It brings us near to the infinite.

The leafy blossoming present time springs from the whole past, remembered and unrememberable.

History is a great dust heap.

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

Does not every true man feel that he is himself made higher by doing reverence to what is really above him?

Dinners are defined as 'the ultimate act of communion;' men that can have communion in nothing else, can sympathetically eat together, can still rise into some glow of brotherhood over food and wine.