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.

He that will not work according to his faculty, let him perish according to his necessity: there is no law juster than that.

The difference between Socrates and Jesus? The great conscious and the immeasurably great unconscious.

Our grand business undoubtedly is, not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand.

The true university of these days is a collection of books.

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!

O Time! Time! how it brings forth and devours! And the roaring flood of existence rushes on forever similar, forever changing!