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

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

I Think it is lost.....but nothing is ever lost nor can be lost . The body sluggish, aged, cold, the ember left from earlier fires shall duly flame again.

Well, every man has a religion; has something in heaven or earth which he will give up everything else for - something which absorbs him - which may be regarded by others as being useless - yet it is his dream, it is his lodestar, it is his master. That, whatever it is, seized upon me, made me its servant, slave - induced me to set aside the other ambitions a trail of glory in the heavens, which I followed, followed with a full heart. ...When once I am convinced, I never let go.

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?