The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

When the mind loses its feeling for elegance, it grows corrupt and groveling, and seeks in the crowd what ought to be found at home.

There is a vast deal of vital air in loving words.

Do not expect to be acknowledged for what you are, much less for what you would be; since no one can well measure a great man but upon the bier.

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.

The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.

Politeness is not always a sign of wisdom; but the want of it always leaves room for a suspicion of folly, if folly and imprudence are the same.