Many An Irritating Fault, Many An Unlovely

Few Things Hold The Perception More Thoroughly Captive Than Anxiety About What We Have Got To Say

Life Seems To Go On Without Effort When I Am Filled With Music.

A Bachelor's Children Are Always Young: They're Immortal Children - Always Lisping, Waddling, Helpless, And With A Chance Of Turning Out Good.

It Is A Wonderful Subduer-this Need Of Love, This Hunger Of The Heart.

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.