Tyrants never perish from tyranny, but always from folly,-when their fantasies have built up a palace for which the earth has no foundation.

Justice is often pale and melancholy; but Gratitude, her daughter, is constantly in the flow of spirits and the bloom of loveliness.

The assailant is often in the right; that the assailed is always.

Harmonious words render ordinary ideas acceptable; less ordinary, pleasant; novel and ingenious ones, delightful. As pictures and statues, and living beauty, too, show better by music-light, so is poetry irradiated, vivified, glorified', and raised into immortal life by harmony.

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

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

Those who in living fill the smallest space, In death have often left the greatest void.