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 flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
We talk on principal, but act on motivation.
Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
We often fancy that we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.
Delay in justice is injustice.
Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.
Great men always pay deference to greater.
Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
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