All music is is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

I am large, I contain multitudes

All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the surgeon, The insignificant is as big to me as any, (What is less or more than a touch).

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

If there were nothing else of Abraham Lincoln for history to stamp him with, it is enough to send him with his wreath to the memory of all future time, that he endured that hour, that day, bitterer than gall - indeed a crucifixion day - that it did not conquer him - that he unflinchingly stemmed it, and resolved to lift himself and the Union out of it.

All faults may be forgiven of him who has perfect candor.