Society Rests Upon Conscience, Not Upon Science.

Sadness Takes Up The Pen More Readily Than Joy.

Action Is Coarsened Thought; Thought Becomes Concrete, Obscure, And Unconscious.

Blessed Be Childhood, Which Brings Down Something Of Heaven Into The Midst Of Our Rough Earthliness.

He Who Asks Of Life Nothing But The Improvement Of His Own Nature... Is Less Liable Than Anyone Else To Miss And Waste Life.

The Musician Of The Present Day, Not Being Able To Give Us What Is Beautiful, Torments Himself To Give Us What Is New.