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

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

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.

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.

Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.