These Arabs, the man Mahomet, and that one century, - is it not as if a spark had fallen, one spark, on a world of what proves explosive powder, blazes heaven-high from Delhi to Granada! I said, the Great man was always as lightning out of Heaven; the rest of men waited for him like fuel, and then they too would flame.

Youth is to all the glad season of life; but often only by what it hopes, not by what it attains, or what it escapes.

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

We arc the miracle of miracles, the great inscrutable mystery of God.

What this country needs is a man who knows God other than by heresay.

The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.