There is but one thing without honor, smitten with eternal barrenness, inability to do or to be,-insincerity, unbelief.

I know so little about any history. How little do I know even about the history of myself.

The meaning of song goes deep. Who in logical words can explain the effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of the infinite, and lets us for a moment gaze into that!

To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.

A well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one.

The Present is the living sum-total of the whole Past.

Let him who would move and convince others, be first moved and convinced himself.