What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Our deeds are like children that are born to us; they live and act apart from our own will. Nay, children may be strangled, but deeds never: they have an indestructible life both in and out of our consciousness.
Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life?
The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.
Our deeds travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
It is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come by caring very much about our own pleasures. We can only have the highest happiness such as goes along with being a great man, by having wide thoughts and much feeling for the rest of the world as well as ourselves.